Such a feeble place the heart can be.

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@yesterday-in-thought
Such a feeble place the heart can be.
I'll search for your name carved in the deepest dungeons if I have to.
Lest you blink a second at the mercy of love
All my life
I've ever so kindly waited at the doorstep of life
To have me fulfill all my wishes
And that moment would finally come
When I've braced myself for worse
Oh well
untimely unlivable circumstances
The skies and this entire universe stood against it
So that I saw it leave my hands like sand dust
After living a few moments
I was empty, again, admist torrid rain,
Engulfed me in pain.
His long endearing gaze
His complete faith in my embrace
All of it seems lost in time
We're such different people,
devoted to each other's lives.
My heart longs for that gaze
One more second of it
Would make my love perish in this world
One last time, I would finally meet him
Where he loved me at its peak.
Maybe all that could be lost yet
My heart never rests
May it rest, for that gaze is no longer mine.
It wouldn't have gone away if it were ever mine.
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Send freedom through the skies yet my arms are chained deep under qualms of patriarchy and flawed mechanisms of experience we call so prudential as life
Theres an eerie silence between time that we witness as we arrive at our destination, most say it is fairly a test to endure with patience yet what feels like a dream to reach to begin with, once a reality, all that patience seems fulfilled and yet our hearts still numb from the pain incapable to accept the truth and fail to find gratitude in small wins.
My prison is reflective