Beauty touches me, As seldom as the grace of snow breathes Cold perfection, in the warm air of southern skies. You washed up, A frivolous breeze about the shore, And blew salty tears into my eyes. Lengthy limbs, Like branches, twisted, shed thier roots. Strangled shoots, split to reveal frightened flowers. Blooming with uncertainty, Your dampened eyes turned black, A mix of mascara and September showers. Fighting for freedom, Beneath the broken glass of teenage dreams, I loved you forever long, until the tears ran dry. Only my unholy angel Could break a promise she made to me, I could have killed you. Butterfly.
Reason for writing:
It's about my beautiful lover.
Birth sign: Libra
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