A Dirge to love~

We sit and stare

Longing for truths;

Hungry-eyed lovers

But passionless fools.

We are but shadows

Lifeless and numb

Here we are

Together yet, non;

Goodbye dear heart,

Goodbye dear love

Could this be grief?

Oh! Cupid’s funeral.

Here’s a toast

Here’s a song

A dirge for the lovers

A mourning to this song.

We cry, we ache

We are but silhouettes

Now trapped in this song

Lamenting on the past

On the unknown song

We played along

We carried on,

But here now, lets toast

To the ending of Cupid’s song.




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