your heartbroken mind,
dreadful life
let's end it tonight.
let's paint you all grey
and with the first ray of sunshine
let's wash it all away.
let me paint your canvas with different hues.
splash it with shades of
red, white, black,
lilac, muave and blue.
i'll fill you with dulcet colours,
conflate them together
and make you my muse.
i'll imbricate them
and make you all new.
you're a poem,
misread.
let me morph the broken pieces of your heart
into a pulchritude poetry.
let me write you anew.
you're a great wall of gold,
rusted at the ends.
let me wash every trace
and shine you bright and anew.
you're an unsung melody,
beautiful notes of für elise
let me string your keys.
your mind's your nemesis
let me do the mellifluous murmuring
let me in
let me love you...
let's begin afresh,
let's start anew.
...a wishful plead.
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s c i n t i l l a.
Poesiascintilla (n.) a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely visible trace. [lower-case intended] © zay black cover by renée
