As soft as the sun that sets

Pinned to my heart are the vines that still glow,

The right of wrongs that manages to grow.

Two marbles lying on a soft leaf bed,

Between the last streak of words left unsaid.

And in the boulevard of broken dreams

Your words were what you used at best, it seems.

We were trapped in a world of games and bets.

But your lips… They’re soft as the sun that sets.

Those touches spread like wildfire all around

As if all my bones are dislocating.

This is an opera I’d love to see

As my eyelashes flutter secretly.

We are but feral creatures trapped inside,

Torn with all the feelings we cannot hide.

(artwork by Soltreiss)

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