Sunrise and Sunset: The Gallant Deceiver's Eyes (Part I), Chapter Seven
The sunrise burns unwitheredly to the sound of your eyes
Opening in that dreadful morning-day when you spoke
While an autumn leaf falls into the unmatched and broken snow
That is your hand, as you gently soothe and crush it
To the ground it fell, slower than when it glided onto your palm
And you watched, enthusiastically, with your eyes
The leaf's trajectory-suicide plunge to the unsafe ground
And you saw the leaf throughout its entire journey
As though, encouraging it to fly, to try again
But to the ground it fell, slower than when it glided onto your palm
Shortly after being caressed by your hand
And waking up to the sound of your voice
I saw the sunrise that burns in your nocturnal eyes
Rarity greater than an aurora borealis amidst November's everchanging facade
And it uttered in a fragile cry to get up again, to please try again
While the sunset in your lips screamed to stay away
So I got up, lightspeed, and climbed back up
The sunrise burns unwitheredly to the sound of your eyes
While I fell into the untenable and broken crystal
That is your hand, as you gently caress and crush me
To the ground I fell, slower than when I glided onto your palm
And you watched, systematically, with your eyes
My free-falling-suicide plunge to the unraveling ground
And you saw me throughout the entire journey
As though, discouraging me to fly, to give up
And to the ground I fell, slower than when I glided onto your palm
Shortly after being caressed by your hand
And waking up to the sound of your voice
I saw the truth eclipsed behind that dreadful sunrise
The sunset in your lips told me, with every kiss
That the love you said you felt for me was never real
With every kiss, more passionate, the more I doubted you
The more I doubted the love I knew I felt for you
Then you said, wait...
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Opening in that dreadful morning-day when you spoke
While an autumn leaf falls into the unmatched and broken snow
That is your hand, as you gently soothe and crush it
To the ground it fell, slower than when it glided onto your palm
And you watched, enthusiastically, with your eyes
The leaf's trajectory-suicide plunge to the unsafe ground
And you saw the leaf throughout its entire journey
As though, encouraging it to fly, to try again
But to the ground it fell, slower than when it glided onto your palm
Shortly after being caressed by your hand
And waking up to the sound of your voice
I saw the sunrise that burns in your nocturnal eyes
Rarity greater than an aurora borealis amidst November's everchanging facade
And it uttered in a fragile cry to get up again, to please try again
While the sunset in your lips screamed to stay away
So I got up, lightspeed, and climbed back up
The sunrise burns unwitheredly to the sound of your eyes
While I fell into the untenable and broken crystal
That is your hand, as you gently caress and crush me
To the ground I fell, slower than when I glided onto your palm
And you watched, systematically, with your eyes
My free-falling-suicide plunge to the unraveling ground
And you saw me throughout the entire journey
As though, discouraging me to fly, to give up
And to the ground I fell, slower than when I glided onto your palm
Shortly after being caressed by your hand
And waking up to the sound of your voice
I saw the truth eclipsed behind that dreadful sunrise
The sunset in your lips told me, with every kiss
That the love you said you felt for me was never real
With every kiss, more passionate, the more I doubted you
The more I doubted the love I knew I felt for you
Then you said, wait...
Tags: poem,
