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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A lullaby when he begins to speak magnetism of energy lures my heart to beat, for a man I have yet to meet. The imagination of him portraying a beautiful illusion of this love he seeks. Me giving birth to the love he thirsts to bring my love forth, the new beginning of anything worth binding I am trying. I am crying my lullabies in compliance I am ready to give my heart to you, Only if my fantasy could come true, my dynamics of my twisted mind dealing with my emotions driving my heart forces. Maledictions of a curse illusion my heart lurks for his affection. I sit patiently without delay or difficulty to hear his lullaby to me. My heart as a pariah an outcast of desire, forever I will be a wallflower. Tears drown my insides remembering his goodbyes multiply, invasion of his lustful infestations. Left behind with a broken lullaby once again, the record plays. Deceived by another fantasy, who is this man that haunts me? He knows just what to say because he knows what I have been missing, for that love and affection. I crave a lullaby I will sing this to my grave. If he could truly love me as he sings, my heart will forever play his beat. However, I have yet to hear this man speak the words of love to me. His actions leave me lost with defeat. The words that he breathes simply not meant for me. My heart will be his beneficiary who holds the key to the woman he will meet. By the time, I am done with the lullaby the tears will have made the ink subside. Temporarily insane an illusion these words became.
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