Dedicated to the Museshe introduced me to her tongue, it was Spanish, exotic the way she spoke to me felt slightly erotic romance in her poetry will commence the common words she's using, pretty sentence with no sense I try to sing a long, it's amusing her when I'm losing breath she'll move slowly, so I can try to follow and so, slowly I step it feels like such a mess, I'm afraid to trip and fall like a child, I need to learn it all, walk comes after crawl and so, I'm on my knees, begging to be fed give me words, give me metaphors, give me everything you have.Dedicated to the Muse
Crashing dropsShe sits where she's always been, stuck on a window ledge, watching a world she never gets to be a part of. The raindrops make a weird noise when they hit the window and splash, not unlike to the sound when a car hits someone and there's a splash. And then there's silence. At least, that's how she imagined it when she was younger. Her longing gaze is thrown upon the empty valley, she's lonely, but she's smiling.Crashing drops
She's stuck by the window, day by day Waiting for him to come back this way She listens to the noise of the rain As the drops splash against the window pane Her hands are shaking, she misses him so
F.A.I.Lhow will you prevail if you're expecting to fail stormy sky, burning hail reminding me of a tale by the way, it was your nail that drew this scale your skin is too pale hold on to this rail listen to my wail cover your face with a veil let's go out on a sail one male one female an ark and a whale leviathan's gale you'll end up in a jail waiting for your bail go home and check your mail one word, four letters, fail.F.A.I.L
The Flowerthe dragonfly took off on its way but the butterfly decided to stay flying by the pines and oaks looking for the flower that grew on the rocks the wings would match the flower's redness the whole world could feel that sadness the flower was gone, the butterfly flew on passing by a garden, trying to feel less alone a girl sat there on a rock with tears in her eyes no sunshine was there, only lonesome cries the butterfly found the flower in the girl's hair the red wings of desire caught the girl's stare she reached out her hand to the butterfly sun rays come out now tThe Flower
Long time...
Artistic
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der Synkretist.
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