Expectation
The silence keeps whispering in my mind.
Still, I cannot stop these tears I cry for thou.
Alone I sit and gaze through thy shadow.
Yet, with a watered wine of tears from mine.
An eternal wound will shine forever,
for my body has lost his cadence in thee.
But still must mine though cureless,
than found on another woe with wail.
Yet I’ve made for you, why this heart still failed?
Failed to beat with thine in a perfect rhythm,
failed to speak with thine in bunched words.
Yet! Oh yet this heart failed, why I still made for you?
noted: be like that below okey??.. dont talk only like rubbish.. must be PROVE!!!
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