At night,
the wind howls from the mountains,
but your voice is all I hear.
Whispering my desires,
calling out to my fate.
It is cold,
and I quake,
and try to hide from your hideous face.
To my utter misfortune,
you continue to haunt my heart,
tearing apart my mind,
running my emotions dry.
Taking what little time,
I had to think about my life,
before you decided to take it away.
Still I follow you,
like a lost dove.
Or I try to.
It must be love.
Why else would I trudge through this heartache?
Your plague spreads on the winds of your voice.
do i truly,
have a choice?
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