...and this to shall pass
Endlessly echoed easing the melodramatic mood
As my pessimistic eyes captured what was to be a final glance.
Bittersweet whispers endure balmy summer nights.
And it appears I have endured all but a fleeting memory.
Three days ago quite oblivious.
Three years ago a saline saturated portrait.
Three minutes ago a reoccurring ghost.
These moments I thought so departed.
Mahogany memoirs defy occasion.
Adjacently revolting against repressive etiquettes.
The tormented thorn besieges the path to my sacrament.
Lesser elegances of circumstance plead for me.
...as I search for means to rise above this all.
Endlessly echoed easing the melodramatic mood
As my pessimistic eyes captured what was to be a final glance.
Bittersweet whispers endure balmy summer nights.
And it appears I have endured all but a fleeting memory.
Three days ago quite oblivious.
Three years ago a saline saturated portrait.
Three minutes ago a reoccurring ghost.
These moments I thought so departed.
Mahogany memoirs defy occasion.
Adjacently revolting against repressive etiquettes.
The tormented thorn besieges the path to my sacrament.
Lesser elegances of circumstance plead for me.
...as I search for means to rise above this all.
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