A poet compiling a story from chaos crafted by reality
Sharing his mind and hoping it'll bring him sanity
Begging for a solution to a story riddled with ash and snow
Blinded and reaching out to a boy hidden in shadows
Bound by memory, lost in the moments before
How sad a story that has to do with a poet like this; a bore.
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He didn't grab his attention, left to a lack of chemistry
Hoping to be a good boy, good friend...with whatever that is

We will see how this story unfolds.

Heart
It desires to bind two that corrupt their natures
Pounding at its door, hoping to leap out into a new story
Heart
Pained, it complains, as it should
How unfair, how expected.

Snow
So complex and simple, ice formed art created from the tears of the sky, cast collectively, crafted by the pain the world shivers...
Hoping to coat the world, maybe then will it feel peace.
Snow
Sharing many forms, wet, dry, sticky...I wonder, what you want...
that answer is simple; the heart

Ash
Seeping somberly from the remains of the forgotten
Sad yet beautiful in your own way, complex yet so ordinary, compiled of the tears of destruction. Why do you glow so confusingly? How I wish you'd glow forever...because you want to be beautiful, but you leave stains on the heart

This is a sad love story, but it has a chance to change

In the silence, coated in reservation
Bleak and desolate the dark blue soul,
Unaware of the concluding conspiracy,
A ponderance gifted from a being of coal
Contrasting confliction comprised of confused conceptions,
Crafted chaotically by the mind a tot contracted
Fated curiously, forested and forlorn
My muse, how i hope the best will happen.

Red is a warning that comes in many wonders...

flags
liquids
pigments
temperatures
symbols
figures..­.

feelings.

Red, what an interesting color.

Hearts, Anger, Passion, Danger...

Just a wonder, a color.