Warm Guilts

Love is a misunderstood guilt
that floats on warm bridges,

for we set ourselves on fire
before crossing this bridge
and complain all lives of being
blinded by beauty.

Eventually, It was our eyes
slowly burning to ashes,
reducing to nothing,

while we dreamt
about a voiceless song.

 

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