The dearth of light makes me shiver, Noticing the lack of silver In the glimmering night, I once adored.

Strange with the ambiguities of this feelings Forbidding it may seem Knowing that its not, Friends would be better though, Adequate in the vagueness, Ambiguity with this connection Friends would not mend the busted passion Goodbye would be healthier. But , feelings remains Yet coupled with retribution This feeling mist in the outcast of farewell With goodbye I quench the dearth of light. Shaking in the ovation of this dilemma. *sigh T.T