I see the tears you hid,
A quiet reflection of the echoes:
Lamentations fundamentally ingrained
By hearts that care less.

Is this curse?
Are we star-crossed…
Why do we sit here loving,
People who give no two thoughts.

How many years of your life,
Have you really dedicated?
Trailing …
Living behind shadows,
Daring a peek from towers made?

Why are we attracted,
Like a child to fire…
To the ones
Behind the masks at the salon made.

Where is the gong crier
Hurry call father here!
Chance me a few questions sir,
To whom do I allude this to?
Oh years of toils lost!
Strictly yet to no avail!


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