the dead cradle
their lost hopes,
the living wander—
hollow echoes,
empty repetitions
of what they once were.-
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Gray longing within,
yet the stars above whisper,
every night must end.
-
Storms never compete.
Ice never breaks.
Mountains never boast.
Fire never begs.
Time never waits.
Shadows never chase.
Stars never ask—
yet always burn.
-
you ask me to forgive you,
when you can't forgive yourself.
the regret in your eyes will bring you down,
and the guilt will pull you back to the dark town,
where you will again live with your miseries,
and your crime will cage you in the shackles of your liability
making your regret heavier.
come out before you are too weak to even get up,
come out and tell me that it wasn't intentional that it was all a mistake,
forgive yourself, and make it easier for me to forgive you.-
to you
i may be a simple sponge,
soft and tangible, with no
challenge to plunge.
-
time doesn't care
about your lost
and truth doesn't care
your convenience
to accept it.-