Too much of the most
beautiful fragrance
will choke you to
death one day.
Too much of you
is beginning to fill
my heart up with
hell these days.
This sincere heart I
carry,
Has been wanting
you much these days.
As if your absence would
empty my peace these days.
But your emotionlessness
made the most passionate
heart start to fade.
Fade away from you, like a
rose dried up through
the lack of rain.
God gave you the answer
to your call,
But you covered it in a
colorless shade.
What a shame.
In this insane world,
you had no courage for the
heart that was sane.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
