We are but bones and skin
Immortalised by sin
We are but words and dreams
We did not dare begin
We are a thirst unquenched
And yet in passion drenched
We are a tale ungleaned
Yet, still a loss... a wrench
We are but misspent time
A melody divine
A mirage unredeemed
You’re not... were never... mine
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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