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
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