the misty foliage under my quaking feet obstructs me from taking my way towards the end of my dreams—dreams that'll lead me to your arms that I ached to seize for about thousands of sunsets. Astonished by the sterling beauty you possessed, my feet slowly absorbed the dirt from the ground, abruptly stuck in the middle of nowhere. Wondering why I can't claim you mine even your distance is just minute away from the tip of my finger that I intentionally pricked using the sharp end of deleterious needle 'fore it incessantly bleeds the salty fluid from the mirror of reflections that I have been suppressing since day one.
just like Aurora, I fell asleep for century—waiting for someone's bewitching and realest adoration that might cast away the hex's curse and spell, obliviously snoring my affliction whilst my mind is raining 'bout when am I able to wake up from these series of recollecting thoughts and scenarios in my head that I am mirthfully scrutinizing your doe eyes who only sees no one but solely me, harboring my diamond-like heart from wreckage using your perennial and glorifying affection—not until I am finally awakened, gradually depriving the horrendous detestation as I witness your eyes scintillates the moment your gaze hits the angel of perfection. How bizarre it is to descry the person you treated as an exceptional one who bears multitudinous beatitudes inside his portmanteau that he apprehensively kept, yet I bereft myself to feel the same way on account of my covetousness that leads in nullity.
Perhaps, I should have ended this modifying fidelity towards my fondness and devotion to you long time ago.
'Cause our path is crafted in parallel, self-evidently impossible to meet.
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