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Sitting in my room
just a mess for you
with your oh so heavenly
whisky-take-me-away eyes
teasing me into embracing
yet another delicate pen stroke
of embracing you,
my essence of existence,
or shall I call you
by another name
and if I do
does it mean the same.

Sitting in my room
just a mess for you
twisting away my tension mounds
with massaging hands of understanding
I never thought existed,
but yet they do
because whenever I write you,
my crushed violet velvet poetry,
I feel everything bad
removed with a surgeon's precision.

Sitting in my room
just a mess for you
with my medium blue eyes
swimming in my pools
of hysterical laughter
at how wonderful it all is
when you stop taking everything
so utterly seriously
because life is a long feat,
but you my eternal friend
I can always rely
and for that you will always
lie in my thundering heart
of hypnotizing poetry.