To I wouldnt know if...
I slouch back down in the seat,
Closing my eyes as so,
Small flickers of purple,
And blue,
Enter across the mind,
Reality stops,
The music stills spins,
A retroworld,
Wave like,
The scientist is happy,
Taking quick glances every so,
His mind rushes with the most delicates words,
Schön
Mein Schön
He couldnt replace her,
No ever,
She couldnt either,
Despite an expiry date,
To that no one else of a species,
Would fill an empty void,
To no appreications,
Or interests,
No sense of adventure,
youd think so,
Wasting time,
But no,
you are,
Why can't stop to learn, love, appreicate,
Why must you be cruel, and desperate,
To make her want to run away and hide,
You may think pathethic,
But really,
Shes not, shes just being her,
Please let her be her,
An identity lost for decades to live.
She can no be lost again
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Roses, Riddles, and Poetry
PoetryWhatever I'm feeling, I sometimes talk in the language of Riddles. To only I understand, what the meaning is behind each sentence. Will just update this whenever, only making this to express myself.
