In my most of the time
I saw you polite
Subtle and divine
But that’s the half truth
As I always slept on your brighter side.
The darker side
being beside,
The mistress
dark as guide
Never left you
With me abide.
I woke up
every morning, with orange shine
glistening through your
Transparent skin
Wondering, what made
Easy to love you.
The rising sun of my end
Was the twilight of another.
I woke up
every morning, with you
Never to realize
you were missing, the whole night.
I woke up
One mid night, From the deep slumber
Only to find, that dark side
You kept in hide.
The closet was antique
Carved with rosewood twigs
Placed in it, the journals of the life
Stories of 69
Horrified, muzzy
I woke up, next morning
In the bed, lonely
Walked out of the door
I lived in.

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