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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wrote this one using some of my own prompts and prompts by my fellow poets... If love were a thorn-less rose, I would have gifted you a thousand springs full of them, as I look for ways, to show you how your scars make me feel now, when you ask me, will you take care of my tired soul? I wish to turn back time, and remove all those thistles, and thorns, from your pierced heart that craved mere harmony. I laid my soul bare to you, for there can be no secrets that hungry half-moon would hide from brimming night. It all started with a poem, when my heart gave way for that last first madness in the air, a silent surrender of bitter sweet agony. I wondered how words coming from a distant origin of ache can feel like my own crooked creation. These vivid fantasies of you, and me are more than mere maddening illusions, and I am a moth ready to burn, for my muse is you - making stars seep in my veins soothing them deeply. I dream to repaint our melancholic skies anew, with lasting imprints of immaculate ink, because my restless breaths found peace in you, like a nearly dying fish find water again. I am a mess, but it didn't make you love me less, maybe when empty hearts collide, sweet symphony, and melancholic melody can rhyme well too, like a familiar song from the beginning of times, hoping they may continue to echo -- in ethereally euphonious tunes.
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