So many promises are lingering – a break,
Too many “sleeping pills” remembrance tends to take.
Don’t worry! –
My shrugging comes with heartfelt smile.

The grin is worth as much as heart could feel and ache,
It’s cuddling on the lips unblemished silence‘s quake.
I’m sorry! –
This is the end of wisdom’s aisle.

Soul’s restitution for the sins it's time to make,
When Truth is naked, there's nothing left to fake.
Love story:
...upon the time, Loss met Denial.

20 August 2007

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