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For the past
How I ache with a heavy heart
How do I yearn for something out of reach?
Crystal blue. More beautiful than what letters and words can offer
Beyond this there is a tainted self which is not visible but which I can feel
Who knows what will become of you
For even I cannot see beyond those eyes as all I am shown is a reflection of myself staring back
To hate and love and be filled with passion
To be young and with a heavy heart
To soar like a free bird could be the worst gift of all.
Betwixt the desire to be
Betwixt the desire to be love, and the desperation of lack, and helplessly know no better, than to exist therein, lies everything that hate is.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "