Apart

You slipped into the palm of my hand at an opportune moment where fate and desire conspired to tear us apart.
There were fire flies there in the depths of your hair where snippets later I surrendered myself, losing more than I could have afforded to give.

As a monster would perish at the slightest of softness in calm and weathered down storms, your inner resemblance of my first impression,
Scented my soul with the comfort of home.

Years passing us swiftly have drained us completely of knowledge we may have had of each other and ‘us’… A world of corruption, of lies and the game rings… This world left us only with lust.

You slipped into the palm of my hand at an opportune moment where fate and desire conspired to tear us apart.
You crafted me into a small ornament which sits on a shelf in a dream… Of possible moments where I could have convinced you – that I was more than you’d allow me to show. I reached for your eyes but they were closed in despair and banishing me to the mercy of the world; you cried out in surrender, innocence you chose not to remember wrapped in kisses…in yearning for love.

I held your face gently once
With regret I confessed the sin of my heart
That I dared to dream of my peasant soul with nobility was not enough

Raggedy smells of ruined complexions reached out for serendipity’s lips
You showed me cruelty and in the same breath the passion and nobility one would require to love.

You slipped into the palm of my hand at an opportune moment where fate and desire conspired to tear us apart.
Now walk on freely as I see the truth clearly… The truth of where my path of love ended and yours just begun.

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