Lusting After a Memory

Do not forge a love from lust,
For it will only serve to quench ones hunger momentarily.
Dances in starlight will become tiptoeing on burning embers.
Feigning compassion can only last for so long.

Hollow words, wrapped in a trance of the past;
Oh how you will wish that moment could have lasted!
However short, remember it had engulfed your being for a century.
Onward now to the images lain before tearful eyes.

Though pain strikes, as you tear away into the darkness,
Keep steady so as not to fall down the trap door that entices you.

Remember me,
But do not fall for me too soon.

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