Fates confusing, poets musing
eyes as dark as starless night.
I’m still waiting, contemplating
your refusal to make things right.
Waiting sadly, craving madly,
hating every night alone,
always feeling that I’m peeling
slowly back my flesh from bone.
Hear the clanging, my head banging
banging on your velvet wall.
Passion teeming, fruitless screaming
never reaching you at all.
Loving purely, hoping surely
some day soon the sun will shine.
Love still growing, living, knowing
on that day you will be mine.
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