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Ochre is the color of my mood today a somber hue one of dismay Though the sun shines brightly ever nigh I know not where this pallor of a ..

The sycamore sways in the onslaught of the coming storm as knees ache head throbs to the tune of thunderous skies upon their way. I watch anx..

Waiting for you to see if you would ever say 'Yes' it is you You, You that I needed all along Yet, my heart sings a somber song as you still ..

Pasteled pronunciations upon the page set forth in grace a covenance of longing to mirror the subconscious so that you may see my very being. ..

Toward the within I have been as Dead Can Danced upon my stereo leading me to forsaken places forgotten traces of what you did to me. Althoug..

You crave me to speak to you in unfettered love with my eyes alone yet the demand is met with distant stares spoken not- opaque scenes are wha..

my beau's interpretation of me...

Since I've been loving you I've known your sweet embrace I've seen the sun reflect your green eyes shining bright white inside your cornea's light ..

I see you as I have never seen you before Walking along the corridors of death's door You are a parent still yet you are a child In my undertakings..

A dance in time to the perfect rhythm could erase the mind of all its hum drum undertakings- below the beautiful pine the fragrance in the air..