The sun rose, gleaming, your golden locks shone upon
One moment - I'm struck - with avarice and cupidity
Just one flicker to fill my dark heart, goodbye vapidity
Our grins, paining our cheeks, so large they felt painted on our cheeks,
forgone

You do know me well and you're tryin to flex
I'm perplexed, can I catch you
or will be I left dyslexed

I'll have another round 

Vertical or on the ground
The ceiling has raised
I'm flying, impossibly, in a state of bliss 
diss associated, spiritualist, 
one, more kiss, but I'll resist, miss mysterious
Did you know I had a lisp?
I stutter when I speak and I can't resist
And give you all - even if it's dismissed
I wrote this to you, but for mes
Never knew, there could be - a - helix
Entwined and enflamed. Too Trimmed. One wick
Sun rise or sun set
The indigoes, the oranges, the blues and the crimson 
You added a color to my rainbow
no one knows where it goes
But when I share it with you and wear it with you
I don't question it, like a Billionaire who swears that it's true
It's unfair
I dare to be bare with you like its overdue
Let's, take a break; PHEW

I'll have another brew 

And with this, I'll leave it up to you
Endings are always the hardest
So let's skip it; dearly departed

With Passion

Will my legacy to myself be one
Spent mostly behind semi-glossy wooden stretches and glass wells?
Am I fulfilling the wishes of my last self?
I can already hear them pleading
But my bed is warm and theirs is indifferent
I'm sure they wish that things could have been different

Behind Bars

Everything about you was so neat
From head to torso, your once in a while smile so sweet
Like presents on Xmas our presence meets

Your hands say hi, but your eyes say hello
Our gazes graze idly, bullseye, I stare, but beware of Ides, Mid, I know
Round spectacles, so spectacular
Call me farsighted cause I'm delighted by your prudence
Every expression calculated; every word measured

If I could cast your spirit in a cask
I… would empty EVERY glass for you
In search of every last
Forecast about the sadness of two 
Masochists and I'd rather risk 
a scriptless past
And be typecast for the chance that you don't pass
On an imaginative casualist that sinks quick and thinks slow
So I'll ask if...   

Spotted

That week wait makes me weak; wait, 
What's six plus you minus Tuesday? 

At this rate I'll choose any date
Low and slow, it'll always be worth, the wait

There are no mathematics that can calculate,
No algorithm that can satiate
No AI that can replicate

Your fire, forged from the laurels of your toil
Your water, borne, from dug deep soil
Your earth, radiating contrasting gradients
Your air, feminine, soft and defiantly daring

Locked tight like a tidal wave,
Tara, the very air of you sets my earth ablaze
You've got all the elements that I crave
And I can only ever wish for it to be true
But I already know, it'll always be Me and, it'll never be You

Every Element

I Am Unremarkable

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