You offer up prose of praises like the devout, and words of flattery falling upon silk sheets like pearls of the Orient from the hand of an unknown goddess. And once the night is over and the candles burn themselves out, the pearls lose the warmth human skin give; and even faster, the reflection of time past. You left behind whispers in the air on tangled covers, nothing but a phantom dream, nothing to hold and to remember.

A kiss you ask? A last kiss for goodbye? Or to remember you by? It doesn’t matter now; nothing matters when time demands for what is stolen to be returned, for you were nothing but a forgotten dream.

You offer up prose of praises like the devout, and words of flattery falling upon silk sheets like pearls of the Orient from the hand of an unknown goddess. And once the night is over and the candles burn themselves out, the pearls lose the warmth human skin give; and even faster, the reflection of time past. You left behind whispers in the air on tangled covers, nothing but a phantom dream, nothing to hold and to remember.

A kiss you ask? A last kiss for goodbye? Or to remember you by? It doesn’t matter now; nothing matters when time demands for what is stolen to be returned, for you were nothing but a forgotten dream.

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