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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To my beloved, when the language of romance fades into rivulets rippling with reddish rage… Before your petal like nature withers in the subsequent storm, remember…. In my loneliness, I gather thorns and thistles, immune to their twinges. I've become too reluctant to thrive amidst jinxed jewels veiled in cracked constellations. Yet I wish upon calming pale pearls, while plunging into lethal lakes, where darkness covers the sparkling sky, It's energy decaying flowering faith. Unable to curate colors that illuminate wading weeds of woes in the garden of grief I’ve narrated, with bleeding hands and narcissistic blossoms. And when ebony hues burn deep into my visions, tears within my arctic heart, quiver in silence, searching for an aesthetic form of poetry, to sew these crippled letters swimming through my vain veins full of vengeance. The rhapsody of ribboned regrets, dwell in blinding blackness, while I’ve long been the tsunami hiding behind an enigma entwined from sun-freckled masquerades, intoxicated through self- inflicted triggers that tremble when light befalls, to sprout lilac lilies and raspberry red roses. So if tomorrow, I forget the intrinsic ingredients of poetry, losing my will to symbolize the pain I’ve caused, reread these verses, for I am an envelope of unsent apologies and dried dahlias, suffocating in solitude, too afraid to ride into sunflower dawns, awaiting an eternal embrace of forgiveness, relentlessly singing sorrows through mysterious metaphors, regretting past vents. In between torn pages is where my dreams soar, to be the sunrise dipped in hues of hope, composing confessions, when these fingers refused to find a synonymous ray, to unfold fluorescent rainbows draped in purple auroras. I couldn’t talk about it, so I wrote a poem, wishing I can right the unspoken wrong; stinging scars and scorching stars, while turning ashes into glistening gems and fearless fuchsias, rephrasing toxic patterns from poignant tercets, cathartically reigniting the flames of twilight aquamarine. This is I, the flawed sonnet sealed in kismet kisses, yearning to be read in the cashmere cadence of your enchanting accent.
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