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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Cruel birds—ravens—but wise. And creatures should be loved for their wisdom if they cannot be loved for kindness." - Hannah Kent My lover's demons are like ravenous ravens. Her love is a hand grenade triggering exploding emotions, massacring words into silent suppression but beyond the threshold of her eyes, there's a scarlet love silhouette, hoping upon hope for expression, to reset her reality - to express her freedom of spirit. I ask the one who feels the tremors of my heart, why are you afraid of happiness? We were not made to be broken, yet we fracture a little everyday. Although you are fragile like a paper plane, the world with you and me can soar against turbulence in the world's playground. In darkness I'll be your harbinger of crescent moons, as my heart is a complex phenomenon, yearning to be special in your ordinary sighs. I hunger for you to leave me breathless, as internal invisible wounds don't heal, when we are lost in an ocean of souls, but empathy has an evergreen effervescence, so I'll radiate light into your wilted moonflower eyes, watching them glow like dancing streetlights. In the angst of absence and abandonment, I've lost all desire to bleed, searching for harmony in music's salvation, but it only brings broken strings, as I'm sleeping to the rhythm of heartache. My muse serenades in melancholic melodies, composing a confusing chaos concerto, searching for pamphlets of medleys with symphonies of pleasure. What are we, but poetic victims of circumstances, versifying verses which unravel my mysteries. Maybe in a peaceful tomorrow, I'll write again, but today, I'll bathe in raindrops of hope, illuminating in a rainbow of reveries. I believe in magic when I envision your cathartic haze. I know you are obsessed with forever, but time silently escapes whilst we are apart. If not in this temporary existence, then in the afterlife, meet me in heaven, where we can rise with eternal ethereal sunrises, because your celestial eyes betray your mortal guise. I could never write a poem as perfect as you. With or without me, we'll be immortally together in heartbeats, where there is poetry, there will always be love.
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