Pas de deux


An earthquake within my heart,

Let loose the remains of the past.

The poisonous serpents of memories,

Of a man who was clever enough,

To know not to love.


While I let my weary heart,

Sing songs of joy and seek his touch,

There was nothing that could please him.

We lay on the dewy night-time grass,

Silently condemning each other,

For the mistakes we made.


On a rainy day I hear his name,

Which sends it throughout my blood.

Even a name can hold immense power,

So deep and petrifying that if said,

The memories might never be forgotten.

Day by day they sharpen and fade.


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