Words so passionate,
they belong on billboards,
to warm the the hearts of people in passing cars,
and remind them, that there are sweeter things,
than improper goodbyes on guilted paper,
Eyes that give way to your deepest desires,
only for peoples bad energies,
to turn that fire into dying embers,
and then for only ash to remain,
and vanish in the wind,
A mind of a poet and a realist,
smashed into one,
to make words sound like master pieces,
slid off the tounge,
liked by some,
and treasured by many,
these are the feelings you bring to me,
and I wouldn't change it for anything,
for you are the reason this heart is still beating,
and the reason my wrists will soon be clean,
forever,
no clue.
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