Missing Confessions

Spring blooms, the books on her shelf renew Her prosperous hand offers precious sand Soft and kind, it eases my mind She's my moon and stars, such beautiful remark Summer cries, I kiss her lips goodbye I'm in defeat, but for her I'd die Such love I cannot recreate Such eyes won't dissipate Films and kids, washing dishes is our little wish Winter's nights, I'll treat you right Carry you to bed, maybe love you instead Covered in music, our love is cupid Crows and leaves, we intertwine and feel

An everblooming tree Bestows its Sakura leaves Such grace cannot be seen Her eyes were once a dream That voice was meant to be I'll hold her so gently A love from such a scene A book that writes and reads She sings what may materialize It's companionship without disguise She tends to the weakest of hearts Offering rice to ease their depart Spirits rush to her call What sadness might she resolve? A comfort that speaks to my soul I will cherish her forevermore

At death's door I see Saturn Her gentle smile is my lantern My flowing tears halt and clear A golden hand encapsulates my past This poor child is home at last What great sin it must have been To see it all and still go forth To know of my despair, no soul declares Thus here I remain A boy losing his favourite game Oh Pluto's man You've earned my thanks To walk a road of no remorse Why go through it all if you're a simple soul? "To breathe in life," I say to strife Yet no words tend to my resolve And so I march, with a wound to the heart Fragile hands grasp my departing eyes A lady has come to see to my cries Her soft lullaby caresses my soul "Endure the night, for no sword carries fright." And so for her and her alone, I must go to see my throne

Purely fated to be tolerated What once fought, now irritated The man's eyes, illuminated The boy's hands, incinerated The child's soul, encapsulated An accord was made to stay in vain My frigid mind was to endure this night To honour my part, a mission to embark For my lady's delight, I'd see to this fright My only comfort, she's my true consort I sit upon my shattered songs These fragile bones won't pursue anymore The sunset I longed has since been told To scour my thoughts, I sought in remorse There she stood, too captivating to look My lady's hand, her softened grasp Rest at ease, you've seen to my needs

Beneath the silver moon so bright Each spoonful lingers, soft and light My thoughts fought through, with all my might I'm saddened but hopeful, for you're my delight No soul will falter if our love holds true Even in distance, our crops bare fruit Flavour settles as time marches forth Only to reveal our patience holding on Resolved and willed, I venture within Every instance of bliss, your absence amiss Verily, you're at my mercy Engraved in my soul, my chest is empty Return to me, when I am worthy

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I will love again and again For no love is given in vain I will cherish these moments as it may Be my warmth when I leave this place Set your heart ablaze Your essence keeps my world at bay The days will sway, and your heart may break But you'll learn to love again The kindness lingers and washes the pain away The silence is my banner A shade I fonder, I seek it in my manners The quietness is shattered, our love has been tampered But regardless, you remain my lantern As I wait for you, I embrace the phantom

I have vowed to mend your heart. To keep it in place, to ensure its warmth. For I see your soul, and I will make you whole. My love is pure, and to you it's a cure. To speak of such, I must be just. I ran at dusk, without guidance but trust. You held me still, you grasped my strings I was a kite astray, yet your pull would sway. I was content, To lay down my blade, to whisper your name. The claws I now bear, Once traced your hair. Voices call to my aid, Yet I wish your silhouette was there. I will embrace the children's names. I will carry my dance of sun and blade. In my resolve, I cannot utter a word. For my own worth was tainted, And all I can do is march forth.

I'm like my old man. He'd turn around after we say goodbye, so he can see us one last time. He'd talk to me about his youthful days, I would be absorbed, as if I'm in his place. He'd call to ask about our favourite things, and when he visits, they'd be exactly what he brings. I'm like my old man. His soft looks would pierce my unwavering heart. A stillness would pour into my soul, tethered by his love, a voice as beautiful as the evening's dusk. I'm like my old man. When he had to leave, a piece of mine was being ripped away. And when a new day arrived, he would be crowned by its morning light. I'd let the morning steep, while observing his careful motions, memorizing it without delay. I found resonance in it all, my old man, loved by me the most.