His fiery eyes explored the night sky as a cold...
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Inspire a library
With a novel...

Not a day goes by
When you don't cross my mind...

This cubicle in which I sit
And waste away my day...

Do I miss you
Or am I better off without you...

You were gone too soon
You're too far away...

My mind melts with your satin words
You leave me in a pool of water...

The snow covering the ground gently.
Floating gracefully on top the tender blades of...

The crimson petal
Lingering there...

You can clip my wings
But my heart will always soar...

My words spoken through their pen
My heart expressed in rhyme...

The moon herself screams in agony
The stars cry for my pain...