Death feels like the end
But as long as I remember you
There is no end to you
You live on
Even if you didn’t survive.
You burn through my existence
With fiery feet of love.
I burn. I weep to ease some pain.
It bursts sometimes
Like a dam over fire.
But it doesn’t extinguish.
So the eyes become
Weapon or medicine.
The heart is full.
Death, lift your veil.
Kiss me and say
We’ll meet again.
There is not much that can be said
Between two hearts that lie in three,
For now, on some quiet and warm bed,
The sky seems as quiet as quiet can be.
Each heart passion roams intertwined,
Every hope resurrects fresh and wild;
Tears, for the time, stay far declined,
And all of love rests supinely beguiled.
The need for more, for the time, is silent;
Orgasms are all but forgotten now;
Arms lie filled, anxiety lies spent,
The future seems like it was begotten now.
The story of the sky is just beginning.
The dawn too, for now, has been stilled.
Eyes are sated and are drowsily singing.
Everything empty, for now, has been filled.
How do I get trust back?
What do I have to give?
What is it that I lack?
Are promises broken,
After they are conceived
And when they are spoken?
Have cheating hearts all hurt
So bad, that all I’m left
Are memories of dirt?
Those times that used to gleam,
Now lie torn apart as
Waking does to a dream.
How to unlearn lessons?
How do I unhear pain
Of selfish confessions?
Miners of hearts of gold
Are left with bright pyrite
Which can never be sold.
What can I get from life,
If I lose dreams and trust
And acquire love and strife?
Is this true for you, too,
That all life lives to give,
Is love from an I love you?
I am so tired you see,
But I don’t understand.
Give me a cup of tea.
I shall sit back and live,
While it lasts, I’ll forget
I can choose to forgive.
Hearts Still Care 
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