Unsaid


This unyielding misery that has fallen upon me.
This agony, desire for a forbidden love and passion
and the fashion in which it leaves no trace
within your faithless heart.
Mine astounded and kept prisoner.
Faster and faster I am fading.
My words honest and clean, emotional crime
for what it claims to be for you and because of you.
And what’s a moment of love and passion? To you?
To me? Just pressing yourself against me and realizing
there is not much more air to live.

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