Saved of thorny embrace
Plied of yesterday's waste
Silver tears down a statue's cheek
Solemn words spoken in darkness' keep
A kiss just above the eyes
A wish just below the neck
Carried out without
Ever being spoken aloud
An enchantment for a moment's time
A desecration of a thousand lives
Carried well beyond
Without the heart to move on
Saved of razor edged passion
Plied of paper cuts and gashes
Silver eyes bound to a plastic disguise
Solemn steps taken back in time
A fit of wistful promises denied
A gift of fitful sunsets and nights
Buried deep without
Ever meeting me.
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