Your eyes are like, Looking into peonies and roses. Under moonlight during the spring, With a night sky tattoed by stars, Bright enough to outshine the City fog. Gorgeous, Surreal. But, I’d rather stay away, And, Admire what created you in the first place. A God that loves me the way I desire you to love me. As alone as I am, If I get lost in your eyes, I’d be wandering through an everglade of, Dead flowers. Black roses for an inner-child yearning for a palm to hold, Without being poked by thorns. And, I refuse to get lost, Again. The same way I did when, I was gotten rid of by my first love. Call it what you want. Paranoia, Fear. I don’t really care. Because, The only reason why I’m still here, Instead of ending it all, Is a Sun flaring towards which way I was told to walk. Away from a muse who hates when I sing every song my heart cries… And cries…
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