Two sides

Kiss me softly,
And tell me your dreams;
This feeling of nothingness
Has entered my whims.
Your eyes haunt me with the strike of every hour,
And as the moment passes on
I cannot fathom your patience, I mourn
The times you can’t be my side,
Maybe that’s the red rose’s plea to stop the charade.
Spring sprints to welcome tomorrow.

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