hi I wrote another poem below
✮⋆˙ ☠︎︎ ★☠︎ ✮⋆˙✮⋆˙ ☠︎︎ ★☠︎ ✮⋆˙✮⋆˙ ☠︎︎ ★☠︎ ✮
red strands, how odd.
connected to another, somehow.
i don't know what you've done.
you've done such a thing to me,
something so indelible.
the soothing breeze of your words,
your ludic personality,
the masses of your beating heart,
the sillage lingering in the air,
the enthralling melody of our redomancy,
i don't know what it's done to me.
a surge of euphoria rushes through me,
the world, coruscating ever so vividly, caressing me with grace. their colors so bright, leaving an entrancing image in my mental memory. 
feelings of appentice fill my mind, my words tumbling over one another as I try to form coherent thoughts. my mind becomes an art gallery, pictures of you plastered among the walls. the halls are eonian, lasting for eternities. your sole orphic presence is enough to make me crumble. like the blossoming trees, as the spring becomes alive, so do the passions within. thank you for being my wonderwall, the melody that plays throughout my head, each note orchestrating a masterpiece that only I can hear.  all of a sudden, I become mansuetude, vulnerability getting the best of my being. you are my reverie.
whatever you have done, whatever happened to me.
it occurred because of the orphic subject that we call fate. the red strand tightens on my pinky, leading me to you.

harana