TWO WEEDS UPON A FIELD

WHEN shall (i know when)
time be still?
it’s when you smile
and i imagine life’s
(like sunrises) clouds
turn pink bashfully

i shall remember

Humanity which like lovers
break away at times
like two weeds upon a field
untwined by sunset
longing for the moonlight
which (and when) dying is
not worth it like roses
complaining their beauties
are in vain

and as this night are you
whispering within my heart
a perpetual thought committing
a crime of passion which i’ve
no control over

and tonight i both love
and hate you

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