An Exquisite Prelude
These are the poignant tales for those woeful lovers
The broken, the unnoticed, the melancholic bothers
For their hearts in a twist, and their souls in a taint
To share horrid clichés, cautioned details, hueless paint
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These are the fairy stories for fairies with plucked wings
For the parched dry throats that still want badly to sing
For the whimsy makers wishing wells from empty stars
For dreamers chasing fast the sempiternal horizon afar
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These are the loveless legends for people with exquisite pain
Extraordinary beings who ignore colds and dance in the rain
For the clockworks, for the humans, for the beautiful monsters
A requiem, an ode to the surviving, despite their unattainable lovers.
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Poetry♠♠♠ La Douleur Exquise. French term, meaning: the exquisite pain of loving someone unattainable. ♠♠♠ Just one more hit and then we're through 'Cause you could never love me back Cut every tie I have to you 'Cause your love's a fucking drag... ♠♠♠
