Burnt Essences [A Story of Stale Love]

Glitter And Gold

We Walked through Summer nights,
And some mirage made you flutter away,
Out of my vision,
Was It wind?

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We were written on rocks,
Engraved with pencils of God,
But like Paper Shreds, those words Burn Away.
Was it flame?

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Maybe I was demons to you,
Though I showed you nothing but halos,
Baby you were all angels to me,
Though your Wings cut so deep.

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For Every Second you were with Me,
I could've sworn,
You made me feel like I was the only Me,
In your Life. Of your dreams.

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But what you could not admit,
Is that there was One more of Me,
In your mind, were two Souls clashing,
But On This heart was only Your name.

And I, So Foolish for I,
Was unable to tell Truth from Lie,
With that look You kept gazing in these eyes,
Was it Denial? Or was it Shame.

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Now You could have just Walked Away,

But you chose to bring Storms
To Push me Away.

So when Guilt Seeped
Inside your Veins,

Because of the Question, on my Face,

You Eased your Guilt By Bleeding Blame.

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Now Everyday when I Spill this Pain,

When On these Pages
I Spill Ink in Vain,

I Ask that Question Still,
Why did You Leave,

You Still Answer Spilling Blame.

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Why I Still Write,
Is Still unknown,

Maybe these methods were Carved in my Soul,

Forged by Pencils of God,

Immune to your Worldly Flames.

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I have shut down, Oh Beloved,
All our Memories weighing Tonnes.
I have swallowed Nostalgia,
Deep Down My Throat.

But What Still humors me so,
Is how easily you let go,
All those years were numbers to You,
Not that it matters,
Anymore.

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So now I release a Million Fireflies,
Each one burning Bright,
Carrying a Single Memory Each,
Fluttering out of Vision,

Now I go to Your Temples and Shrine,
To your Existence Forged in Rocky Plains,
And Ignite this Hate I have inside,
Till it like a Paper Shred, burns Away.

Maybe I was Demons to You,
But now You are Demons to me,
Though You may Return, With Silver Halos,
To me you shall Stay the Same.

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In All my Years the Lesson I've learned,

Is that God blesses us
And asks Gratitude in Return,

But We Think we have Better things in Store,
Trading Diamonds for Iron Ore.

And In All my Years A lesson I've learned,
Is That Peace comes in Paper and String,
But If you Want to go for Glitter and Gold.
Then Darling go for Glitter and Gold.

Go on, Dear Darling,
Go for Glitter and Gold.

(M.Z)