Metallic Sonatas

Love is to open sky as loathing to an open grave

Talk all you want if you wish the sky to listen

I'll have to wait until I hear the words come alive

And you'll call a thousand times for what you cannot have

The bees love each other buzzing in their happy hive

As all your words sit in the air,  softly glisten

Love is to the forest what the trees are to the land

Take a firm young sapling and uproot it with your hate

It'll wither soon and leave you with your derision

And you'll count the faded leaves held firmly in your hand

You cannot have this anger with this cold decision

You'll find that having nothing is a solitary fate

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