The moment
I enter portals of my eyes
I look to the science of a loved one
Dust and bits
Feels so wretched
Lost in myself
There's nothing much more enthralling
Than her colourful thoughts
Dwelling in my subconscious
Perception filters obscure
Which in most oftentimes
Sets me rhyming in the dark
In complete secrecy
Twisted in the life of silent tears
A designated pain
I could never de-stain!
If much to say with unspoken tears
Heals no crack
Then, the world without her
Is just like myself, alone,
in love with the death of my own coffin.
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