Dessert seems but a dream now
Not that it will not come
But that it will be cinnamon
Sweet to the nose but not the tongue
Rich to my ears you seem…
You bittersweet young dream
Missed chances threaten to devour
Our sweet and sour thing
And as I stare outside
The world is growing dark
How can us two be one
But feel so far apart?
That lonely soul: we share-
What of my aching heart?
Though the world seems dark and cold
Memories I try to hold
They come they go, they move so fast
As dust inside an hour glass
Those chances are not missed but skipped
A better one will come at last
Tired lips again shall meet
Sugary hope makes cinnamon sweet
Watery doubts cannot compete
Slippery hands cant begin to grasp
Pain is beautiful and bold
But too much makes deep scars from scabs
The sad song of one pair cries on
Harmony cant be split in half
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