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The Elegy of Us
The Elegy of Us
If sparks flew with them, you lit my sky a crimson red. They say time stops for no man, as everything usually goes according to fate’s plan: but a pair of faces froze in your presence, lit by your faint incandescence.
Alas, was your path straight and narrow, and mine was winding, mistaken for that of a man of valour? Not even my warmth was enough to melt your ice-cold heart, nor was my sweetness enough to breach your bitter guard. When your love was all I ever really required, you pushed me away as if my time in your heart had expired.
“How can you mourn faux feelings?” they say… yet here I am, still bleeding and in dismay. Here lies our past, present, and future, caused by wounds unfixable by even sutures. And although we were once analogous, and now just seemingly incongruous,
I still hereby conclude the Elegy of us.
The elegy of us
If sparks flew with them, you made my sky glow red. People say time doesn't stop for anyone, as things usually happen as fate decides: but two faces were frozen when you were around, illuminated by your faint glow.
Unfortunately, your path was clear and direct, while mine was winding, mistaken for a brave man's path. Not even my warmth could melt your cold heart, nor could my sweetness break through your bitter defenses. When your love was all I ever needed, you pushed me away as if my time in your heart was over.
"How can you mourn fake feelings?" they ask… yet here I am, still hurting and upset. Here lies our past, present, and future, caused by wounds that even stitches can't fix. And although we were once similar, and now just seemingly different,
I still hereby conclude the Elegy of us.