Must I go through these long cold nights?
Alone I spend such moments of would be-intimacy,
And what of you? Where do hast gone?
A sight for my sore eyes!
These eyes have seen enough of confinement,
To become darker than darkest.
Am I to witness one of such irony?
That a voiceless man singing a confession,
And a blind one seeing the truth underneath,
Or I to see you one last time.
Does irony hast yet another role?
You'd rather spare the
agonized soul,
Than yourself becoming a
romantic lore,
And like this for ages, and for more.
Must I go through these long cold
nights?
©myers
M