I love the pen you got me Mum.
But why are my thoughts being condensed onto the screen
Unlike the little ink drops of affection by Amy Lowell?
The state of our hearts are the same.
...
Shake, Shake, Shake
That's what you did with but a song you sang.
Your voice so sweet it formed the key
With one purpose it can spare
...
Petrified, that's how you look
With Dread and fear you shook.
Don't turn away, my heart's so bared
My howl is not a scare.
...
The night air is cold
Too cold.
It reaches out for me.
Intimidates me. I need my savior!
...
How did you catch me?
I thought Never neverland preserved me.
Like a locomotive drug you flowed
Into my heart.
...
The lights were on
And the camera was rolling
Yet I had no words to say
Cause all I could see was your face in front of me.
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Choose One.
I love the pen you got me Mum.
But why are my thoughts being condensed onto the screen
Unlike the little ink drops of affection by Amy Lowell?
The state of our hearts are the same.
We love.
Our faces are flushed red under the ebony sky.
Mine a mixture of adrenaline and exhaustion
And yours, a painted blush of affection.
This is the pinnacle of it all.
Yet do we feel the same?
We live life with strange and prosaic intervals
And yet, I've fallen for both?
The animosity towards these feelings hurt me
Taunts me. The urge to satisfy myself is intense.
I doubt I would.
The flowers looks pretty.
What if they don't smell the same?
Yes I'll definitely choose one.
With bated breath I make my choice.
Masouyevoli.