It's when everything fades
And there are no more fuels.
More like fumes
Of what used to be.
The breeze blew
But the hearts stood still
Until
The mind could move its feet
"Retreat," it said
Give up and be on your way
Okay ...
But she resisted
It will happen one day
With not much effort
Relentlessly tiresome
And done.
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Issues of the Heart
PoetryOnce upon a time there lived a vicarious demon by the name of love. It sought to overpower you and to take control of everything- what you feel, stand for and believe.
