I charm easily with the elegance of my words,
creating a rhythmical movement of lust around your tender heart.
Perhaps I may use the trick of deceit and fill your mind with the endless
thoughts of our love being compared to the effulgence of a dying star,
or I could lace sweet kisses derived from my broken soul upon your unmarked skin.
Maybe then you shall let down your defences for the only thing I can do, in your mind, is write poetry about how much my adoration for you encapsulates the essence of a bleeding rose.
And when you start to dance to the melody of my voice dripped within your love,
**I shall slowly break your heart as you have broken mine.

Help

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me

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live.

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I

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don't

...
want

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to
.

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*die

The skies ring azure with ancient melodies
seaming the world together with soft threads,
puffing smoke like clouds floating above a broken world ,
with falling tears dying in  the gentle laughter of the wind.
and slowly throughout such beautiful chaos
humans try to comprehend the incomprehensible.

A sudden monsoon of the soft pitter patter of rain,
slowly cries for her unwilling part in love
drenching her mood in despair
as the sun quietly caresses her  hair
with its dim autumn-lit rays,
unknowingly drying her silky charcoal locks
to long brittle pieces on which she trips as
ice forms its sharp tresses on the
mud barren ground to capture her
in supposed safety
as she unwittingly falls.
A thin stream of tears trickle, ever so gently,
down her ivory countenance.
But in her turmoil,
a gentle breeze quickly dries
her pained tears.
"Such beautiful eyes...", the wind purrs
as it stealthily wraps
its blindingly cold arms
around her pale wounded heart..