Loving in the Dead of Winter

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Songs & Poetries For You

I am weaving words since I was four.
Mediocrity was slapping me before.
I brought those paintings in life.
Paintings-that I onced created in my
naive and innovative mind.

Lack of experience to this searing world,
These once innocent eyes, saw beauty within.
Wrote a tale using incapacitated words.
Heed​less​ly painted every strokes on the papers I found in a bin.

Those tales turned into songs, and poetries.
You are as gorgeous as every melodies accompanied by harmonies.
A poem that rhymes with how I feel about you.
However, these masterpieces can be as sweet as honey, yet can also be melancholic, and blue.

-the foreshadowing