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I could write
sonnets
stories and
poems about any girl

But when It
comes to you
my mind and heart
cant even begin to grasp
the thought of you
As pure as white
as brown as leaves
as red as cherries
as bright as the sun

As two heavenly bodies collided
it was pure chaos and order
To the wind I confided
kept the fire ignited

as I write the last stanza
as I write the last line
I hope this will be the last time
you ever cross my mind
I could not
Help but think of the past
In all it's splendor
And all it's torment

The eyes that once glistened
For me
Now glistened for
someone else

The face that once
put a smile on mine is gone
Tucked away like keepsakes
In the trunk of the past

Time can heal
But it cannot tell whether
The future that's right in front
Of me is living, and well
Life is unsatisfying
Everything is a little unsatisfying
Its the fine line between
bitter and sweet
hot and cold
the one that leaves you
stirring in cotton

A clockwork orange
of some sorts
ticking and breathing
at the same time

The red matter does not partake
just the grey and white matter
axed — splitting into two
not knowing what to do

Does the sun set now?
or does it in awhile
or did it already
I really dont know
It is neither a paper
rolled up and
tied with golden string
nor an inscription at the bottom

Instead it is a voice
that whispers
a melody
a sweet voice coming out a
bitter bottle

the disembodied
voice is meaningless
it goes on and on
without meaning

Alas! It clears
Then I realized the truth,
the message, I
have already sought within.
L
                    e
    a
            v
e      
                       s

fall

The same way I fell for you
slowly, but certainly
In hollowed halls I roam until the dawn
The minds and bodies are already done
I walk across my mind and not the room
Eaten by my thoughts of impending doom!
But there is a dwindling light from afar
It floats in my mind and falls in my heart

— The End —