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Luminous , arcane,
Ebullient , noetic,
A beauty in mind
one could retain.
When even sobs
could be heard as poetic,
But I guess my mind could be described
As a dark cloud,
For I framed the good memories away.
They were too delicate,
Made all the bad decisions regret it.
So now they lie on my bedroom wall.
To look at, whenever my time,
feels like something to appal.
It might be hung as a showpiece,
Or a reminder that I could once breathe,
Without counting my breaths,
Or calculating my steps.
Or maybe its a reminder,
To look at that moment and find her.
If she denies, I'll plead
If she fights,
I'll force her to come
Show her that without her,
how her future has become.
I beg for a moment to be selfish,
Then I promise I'll find a shelf,
in the shape of a crescent,
To put the good moments away.
So they don't get infected
with my present.
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-R
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Sucking The Shades From The Shadows
PoetryA poetry collection filled with short poems. -Official description will be written after completion- Poetry.. It might be the language of the dead filled with the lively words of the beauty it exhibited during its time. Might be like a woeful ballad...
