.
I
Would
Talk yourn
Into me
Dancing in my heart,some friendship it seems
a solace butterfly , fluttering it seems
a moon with many faces,all bright it seems
for love is freedom,all pure it seems
To the rhythm of my heart,
all lubb dubb it seems.
In the melody of one's flute,
there's you too,it seems.
Hallmark has torn all of my dreams in half,
however now wonderland is waiting;
Filled with glittering truth but no logic
now you instantly need a photograph;
Suddenly moments are worth capturing
sentimental has turned pathologic;
Something perfect has grown out of ashes
I can feel my expectations changing;
Behaving nothing short of bombastic
over and over my old camera flashes
magic.
I hear rain popping
explosive shots on the roof;
Bombastic climate.
A poem can be many things
Something that match
Like flowers blossoming
That soothe your eyes
With colours that are describing
Something that resemble
Like sunshine and stars
That brighten up your world
With light rays that are bombastic
Something that speak
Like running water
That voices out your heart
With sounds that are not silent
Something that run wild
Like an imagery world
That grants you every wish
With every possibility that may
not exist in the real world
.
Melodramatic
Rhetorical
mistakes
Eyne hear
ears see
hands taste
tongues think
hearts speak
Reprehend
“never query the veracity
of a poet's
pen”
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