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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Music and romance are camarilla comrades, just like poems are my shield and arrows. But not all lullabies of lovers, harmonise like a street choir of angels. If love resembles the weather, then poetry is like a snowflake. Its fragile abstract nature can betray the innocence of a poetic heart - serenading in slaughtered symphonies of silence. When lust burns in assailable impurity, love suffers in small doses, performing a masquerade concealing truthful tones. So what is the purpose of poetry if it offers no remedy? Whispering winds form hailstorms in my mind, wondering if there is a sanctuary for lonely spirits suffering as seasonally sad souls. In the midst of melancholic misfortune, I wish to drown in tepid tides of holy water, because fate is frozen in winter wanderlust. Heartache taught me how to be a poet, each scar inflicted from profound lies and cries. But what is the purpose of poetry if there is no muse? In the perception of imagination, I search for the one who left frozen tears on my pillowcase. But her eyes see celestite waves kissing ecru shorelines under blue pearlescent skies, blessed with the radiance of saffron sunshine, in the heavenly harmony of relaxing music. So, I wonder why she resides in ebony emotions, refusing to dance, lost in lyrical lament. Some spirits evolve into envious entities, but mine just misses the rose window to her soul. When wine dark skies glare in misery and gloom, composing ashen clouds to pour in plentiful rain, I feel the chills of an Antarctic iced leaf on an ice covered lake, but maintain an evergreen glow, hoping to forever illuminate like cathartic moonlight - reflecting upon her bronze fibers. Opposites attract like fireflies in the night. I am the bridge and you are the chorus. so I follow footprints in the snow, under the guidance of devotary sincere stars. In the hope we will make melodies at midnight - merging into rivers of unassailable purity And If I can't be a poet, then I'll become a poem. I cannot predict how my ink will spill, so will you guide each verse to give it a purpose, breathing my words into life? Will you love me more than poetry? Kissing all those diamond promises into my rhinestone heart - or will you massacre the music, abandoning me like an unfinished symphony.
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