Hi, stars. I stare at you and I think I can see
mars. There are the several flickers that scare
away the dark- joyful, passionate and bold,
sparkling flickers. Some stars even have the
shape of flowers.
Hello, air. The breeze my skin doth smear. The
lover's silent sounds my ears hear, and I can't
help but wish she were here. Here with me.
Here to breathe. Breathe to live and let
depression and dirty dirges leave.
Hey dear. Haven't you learnt enough how much
I care? Does living in love have to cost an arm
and a leg? Do I have to pluck out my eyes and
lend you to see how much I love you?
I love you.
#empireofbards
Ara 'deinde
Feb '15
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