How sad that I crave the drama of strife
The storms and the gloom that oft puncture my life...
The nightfall smears a biding shade and plume
as Nyx complexed the clear diurnal day...
My stubbornness
and...
If I warbled alike a dove
and fluted - tunes of love...
Coruscating-
within irises an...
Romance echoes through the air as
Euphoric feelings entwine...
How beautiful it is
to be able to leave a piece of your heart...
You were..
..an array of colours...
Handle me with care and
Embrace me with love...
A violin are her vocals.
For her lips speak no words, nor lyrics heard...
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I see things in different ways...
I love you now, but people change.
I understand this may sound strange...