FADING LOVE.

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Easy for you to comprehend, for it comes engraved on my face for you to see it,

But I prefer long statements, not short outbursts of love verses from within,

You my love,

Having eloped with my heart,

Leaving me for the heartless cadre,

HEARTLESS.

I can brood love no more,

It is futile,

Now I conform myself to a Constricted soul,

MYSELF…

A death inevitable,

This I cannot extricate myself from.

A fragment of you I hold on to,

A chip of the broken shattered love I still carry within.

THE PIECES TEARING AT EVERY SINGLE ATOM OF MY FREQUENTLY EMBROIDERED SOUL…

My melted, pulverized soul.

But you are the large portion of the puzzle to complete,

I need to fit in this chip a chip a part of your morphology,

A CHIP I HOLD ON FOR COMPLETENESS.

Retract your goodbyes,

Let them be bygones,

For still, I call out to you my fading lover,

Come lets repaint our fading love,

Maybe the portrait is worth some accolade from our audience,

I KNOW…

It wont be as it was before,

But who shall notice its blemishes…

You are my ink…

Without which my frail bristles cannot create nor conceive,.

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