In the arms of another, we hope
As we wake from a lonesome dream
Only to find
The aching abyss
Of a once-filled cavity
We yearn a former’s love
And we mourn their riveting touch
A look in the eye
A kiss on the cheek
True love, delivered by doves
But a dream is not an answer
A dream is a hidden pledge
Duplicit innate
Even harder to break
A maze of paths we tread
Once more, we find a way
A way to hide from ourselves
Drawing conclusions
Deceiving illusions
Us against the world
But then our world breaks
And the fragments deny our refusals
Naked and bare
Ugly, but fair
A truth that’s new, yet beautiful”
As ever,
𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘🫀
The Romantic Calamity Cycle
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