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With nothing but patters, beats of my heart
Here I lay, wrapped in soft, sultry shadow
Light against dark, the void transforms to art
and then, I shun the birth of tomorrow.
I am caged, bound with emancipation
from the chains that the world, with treach'ry brings
brought to me by sweet incarceration
Love's clutch is so sweet, so much that it stings!
Here I am now, with my warden--you
I must feel fear, but why has it escaped?
(K. Sonnet mode vanished in the middle of the sonnet. :| FAIL!) =))
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The failure has dawned.
The blooms of romance and sophistication have escaped me. Venus must have thought that my soul is too impure to harness the symphony that none but poetry could provide. I, then, am left with the raw crudeness of the heart, the feelings that dress themselves in vain with melody and language.
Therefore, this is all I can say.
You're all that I seek. You're most of what I think. You're some of what I hate. You're all that I need.
Does obsession cut it best, or is it inappropriate?
And before I could continue, the words are draining out...
...going...
...going...
...gone.
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SO MANY THINGS HAVE TO REMAIN UNSAID.
And my train of thought is like, bye. :-h
