Where we’ve been; when we met.
High, wide, deep faulter.
For love is within, from One.
Agape, forged strong.
No sun. No moon. Pain –
fans the flames of your heart’s forge.
Dark flames fueled by dust.
The dust turns mad; A
surge of madness fuels dark flames,
rotting my heart’s flesh
Ignorance was light;
But the Anesthesia of
Denial – is gone.
Numbs our hearts no more.
Our minds race, hearts infected,
roasting on dark flames.
We get up, move on.
Unrequited love shadows
the aligning stars.
As a thief love came,
requited mind-hearts ablaze;
White flames lick ours both.
-theothersid3
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