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No music, no sights,

nor synthetic lights

Just me, with this pang deep inside

I twist and I turn

to placate the burn

The smear still remains, still resides



I tense and I grasp,

pen held in a clasp;

lips clenched in all but a smile

These scribings, these words;

the seen yet not heard

can't hope to excrete all the bile



This inkling, this chance,

this hope for romance,

held in bondage by my written thoughts

My love, mi amor

She's the one I adore,

now retreating from me with retorts



Don't take leave - don't go!

I just want you to know

that I wished not to rebirth the past

Give me room, give me time

to atone for my crime

Let me show you a love that can last



I prodded, I poked

till the wheel hit the spoke;

now I fear I've derailed this train

My muse, my sweetheart

Can't we make a new start?

For your hurt just bestows in me pain



Your discomfort, unease

weighs me down with disease

Penance for my careless offence

I ask and I plead

Through this ink I do bleed

for a chance to amend, recompense



Embrace and entwine

Your heartbeat with mine,

receiving and giving in trust

Through fledgling love song

the ancient, bygone

shall wither and crumble to dust