My heart was torn upon your soul
you wretched it from the depth
if the only promise you had kept
in the bed where we had slept
The morning sun and gentle breeze
twilight moons, oceans and the seas
gentle caresses – weak at knees
thrashing heart and clinging pleas
Lies beneath the autumn leaves
colours changing as you please
solitude and respite
drunk upon your very sight
Meaning what I ask you now
as I flow upon the street
I only ask you ever keep
the words we spoke upon our meet.
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