Monday, February 14, 2011

The Apricotic Occlumency

Beautiful melodies I sang for you
To you all my loving felt so true


I waited everyday at the window sill
Feeling so lost and out of touch, I am waiting still


I wanted and wished with all my might
Thought to myself, I will not leave without a fight


Comfort me now for I am frightened
This love is doing more harm than it is doing mend


It it really love though, I question
Or is it just fallacious fiction?


Deluded I attempt for peace I seek
Somehow all efforts feel so meek


My mind it craves for clarity
My heart it's shrouded in insanity


Someday I hope to be set free
I'll realise it's all just not meant to be

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