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The rarest orchid bloomed in my garden, to you I cheerily gifted,
it's fragrance you heartily inhaled, making me smile,at my poetic best
a rose, deep red, a representation of your heart,I suppose, you presented,
but, did you pause,see how was I transformed, when I deeply kissed it?
How expressions of love often misses the mark,due to subtle differences,
even when two people are passionately in love....
Art is filthy,
An angry breath of smoke
Post-***, full of shame
Bad joke in stoic company
Aborted attempt at playing God
It is starving hysteria,
Naked and afraid
But it is all I know
So I'll sing it to my ******* death rattle
Sun
I envy the sun.
It gets to shine on your charming face everyday,
stare at you from far above...

It will burn you, love you too much,
but you will bear with it,
and love it still.

It will hide its face for some time every night,
Turn it's back for awhile to take care of others,
and you will always wait faithfully and long for its return.

It will leave you little toys,
Trips to other worlds that shine bright,
Little holes in the galaxy
That connect like a connect-the-dots games,
To keep you entertain while it is away at work.
But you still long for it and love it still evermore.

It will stay with you,
watch over you,
take care of you and give you a smile,
keep you healthy.

And you always long for a bright, sunny day,
and stay gloomy when it's gone...

But I guess you need a dose of Vitamin D,
more than you need a dose of Vitamin Me.
island in the sun
by weezer
AND this will be all?
And the gates will never open again?
And the dust and the wind will play around the rusty door hinges and the songs of October moan, Why-oh, why-oh?
  
And you will look to the mountains
And the mountains will look to you
And you will wish you were a mountain
And the mountain will wish nothing at all?
  This will be all?
The gates will never-never open again?
  
The dust and the wind only
And the rusty door hinges and moaning October
And Why-oh, why-oh, in the moaning dry leaves,
  This will be all?
  
Nothing in the air but songs
And no singers, no mouths to know the songs?
You tell us a woman with a heartache tells you it is so?
  This will be all?
My shattered heart is lying on the floor
And I wonder why I'm not crying anymore
I am falling into death and I feel despair
You can literally smell depression in the air

k.b
I am forbidden
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