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Broken Spell of Time

Apropos to the relevant afternoon delight 
Your skin grazing, lasting from the unveiled sun 
Proving you’re way more of a perfection than a firelight 
With an endless combustion igniting my obsession  

Just like being caged in the fantasies of your touch 
Of each making me tingle and hush 
Can’t derived the reality that you’re gone 
Leaving this hyacinth heart to melt and be banned 

Apropos to the dark cerulean space of night 
Incandescent stars can’t just evanesce their might 
Like your emerald green eyes sparkling through the horizon 
Making my insides stumble from the up towards down

But those were memoirs destined in oblivion 
Designated to be placed in a squeezed-tight void 
No matter how of a beauteous montage they were
All were crashed and deteriorated like discrete ions

Apropos to the morning glory of the dawn 
With the sun slowly creeping up, peeking in behind
It’s then that I realized how mad it is 
To fall deeper into your abyss, like a princess spellbind

Just like thrown into a flamed labyrinth 
Not caring ‘bout the conglomerated jigsaw pieces
This fragile crystal heart of hyacinth 
Begging to be released from your test

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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