Oh darling I admit,
my head, so cruel.
Yet, my gut holds your heart,
To be the sinner.
To you, I stripped my world,
Till I lied bare, beyond courage.
So, why in your silence do i fear,
Resides secrets that you hold deliberate.
I killed us, in the hope,
That perhaps we could build a future.
But now I see,
Not your soul, just its demeanor.
To you, I can't speak,
For I wished for us to flourish.
So, till I hold the hand of a seer,
I burn in despair, I burn to fate.
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