Always, always the bright side
I wonder at times if I've needed this ache
This emptiest feeling of furious fire
The lifetimes of rampage with worlds still at stake
Due to internal furnace of flaming desire
Unrequited
It seems apropos that the madness it caused
Would drive me to stand against all of the odds
To seek out the sources and all of the flaws
To peer without flinching at bombast and gods
Uninvited
I wish that I knew without question or doubt
Those words from your lips were for me
That revel in ending would quench the last drought
And lift to the last, bel esprit
Reunited
There may be more. This is as far as I could get without exploding.
All it ever takes is listening to your voice for just a moment. All of the ache returns to the amplified levels of a supernova.
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