Night's hush once more questions my folklore
Devoured by loud thoughts from nine to four
Defeaning silence, impenetrable voice rungs
Rapid shift of heartbeat, up and down of lungs

Forced touch towards enlightenment of emotion
Might be unseen, yet it somehow felt like treason
Been for two seasons, both commited for more
It seems, my heart has inadequate love in store

We kissed like two doves, charmingly so sweet
Constant palpitations, now our hearts won't fit
Her love grows, a community of unlucky crows
I'm being scavenged, upon snow as blood flows

Bond's drains my nutritions, I couldn't think right
Subservient in the morning, withdraws at night
How is the ceiling is much lower in the evening
Romance's fine, yet solitude has a better feeling

© Dizon