What it takes to mend?

An edgy night reminded me of you, a whisper in my head

music of the symphony, dancing on the bed.

At first the reverie, then a blaze in my heart, 

That leisurely overwhelm, a new hunt embarked.

I begin to jolt with the folly of the fend,

I am torn between the urge to keep or end.

The verve to hold him, what it takes to mend?

But one day, that relish will deceive me,

I am awake at nights, the fancies to tend. 

I opined of the bliss, found tumult in the ticker,

I followed the key and primed the bicker.

Once, twice, thrice maybe every time at all,

I tailed the elixir, with that midnight call. 

One night and the other it continued evermore,

that sullen ardor, the fervor in the sore.

Illation to this malady, is his tender embrace,

I am drowning again, clinging to the grace.

The reticence of speech, the anguish in the heart

will immolate the certitude, will tear us apart.

But still the protest, the enigma is found,

Can the shreds of love be sufficiently profound?

Will I be afloat, ever in this ocean

Of love and hate, noise and commotion.

The pain, the strain, the ordeal it lend,

Oh baby! I am lost in the chase,

But what it takes to mend?

Let the twinge be felt, right through my soul

let the grief and aches impost a toll

I still hope that he will choose the truth,

even with the lies, his wounds must soothe

I am keeping the memories, the warmth, the rage

letting go of him, splintering this cage

The passion, the promise, the laughter, the pretence,

the vivid ingenuity will fool the fence. 

The walls are high, up again,

Oblivion is the key in order to sustain

With every strike, with  every mourn

deep inside the inquest remain,

Will I be afloat, ever in this ocean

Of love and hate, noise and commotion.

The pain, the strain, the ordeal it lend,

Oh baby! I am lost in the chase,

But what it takes to mend?

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