A sham and play, such twists of words,
Illusions: now speak and soothe my soul!
Hide the fading of the lights by which I see
Keep away now, destined sorrow: my reality
I would speak to you, if I could
And run away to new life
As though it were in the twilight of chances
And all hope lost as stars sink behind clouds of frailty
Upon night clouds the lone, last bird dances
And lights a flame at dusk
Did you hear the words I never spoke?
Could you feel the hesitating breath
Of a sigh that was never breathed?
Does the soul tell the heart
Of those prayers it has heard?
Speak! Run! Live, and follow!
Say what we all know is meant;
Rush to the prize I would give,
And live to the fullest you could have possibly dreamt
There is so little time, so follow my steps
Trace my breaking heart, so curiously torn and bent
I’ll lace my words with veiled passions between the lies
Lines that sound of careless comfort
And I’ll move as though every motion held a truth
Truly, look and understand:
Understand all those dreams and shames I could ne’er pronounce
I have loved, and yet have never loved
And you I have seen and held
But you, have I ever known?
For I have no heart, but that which I’ve borrowed
Ah, but the tears I shed for you:
Their stain is such sweet sorrow!
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Submission Name: Sweet Sorrow
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