No choice...
...
..
.
silence shall ache the pen,
leaving a trale,
that never begins.
thought shall ponder,
beyond the mind,
into nothingness,
so defined.
an arrow without a tip,
flying into,
the great abiss.
a scent that fondles,
the roses plea,
unheard essence,
from you to me.
drawing closer with every word,
though from my lips,
you've never heard.
as the mountains,
find their voice.
love is crumbling,
without a choice.
...
..
.
..
.
silence shall ache the pen,
leaving a trale,
that never begins.
thought shall ponder,
beyond the mind,
into nothingness,
so defined.
an arrow without a tip,
flying into,
the great abiss.
a scent that fondles,
the roses plea,
unheard essence,
from you to me.
drawing closer with every word,
though from my lips,
you've never heard.
as the mountains,
find their voice.
love is crumbling,
without a choice.
...
..
.
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