You stay.
Right in front of me.
A contra-reflection,
isomers.
My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.
I look within,
Darkness still.
coldness,
a condensation.
My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.
Falling delicately,
i loose control.
No motor coordination,
lost and gone.
My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.
Dust rises,
enveloping me within,
a common arrival,
dramatic scenery.
My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.
A casted shadow,
distinct overcasts me.
Cool and assuring.
Irony?
My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.
My battle lost,
no regrets.
Weapons still charged,
my heart pours down to you.
My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.
My last breath,
rises in the air.
My last scream for love,
never accepted.
My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.
Mort de l'amour
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