Melancholia

Furious passion whizzing by like fast moving cars or stars shooting in the sky,

Make me believe in the things I believe, for your smiles facade does more then just deceive,

On nights like this I miss your gentle embrace, a bittersweet reminisce of life's holiest grace,

And the spiritual nostolgia of what I wish to uphold, a connection more valuable then time spent or words told,

What of those spoken lies softer then a mother's lullaby? And how can I escape this time? Without my dignity, without my pride?

I scorn the thought provoking saddness that will consume me and instead choose to suffer without my hearts desires and dreams,

They are nothing if not memories, 

Without you just blank frames of what was supposed to be.

The End

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