
The true love that we once shared within our souls
are the fundamental source of Art.
an exhilarating psychological state of great joy.
for this eternally I will live with you in our perfect past.
I'm writing this!
I'm talking from my reminiscence..
but poems are so stupid I swear I would never do this
But cause of you i'm writing with your mordant ink.
How much longer do I have to write, can I tell you yet?
When I come back from my thoughts I feel more secure
when I face my reality and see my dreams are still living in the past
I go to sleep again… and the dreams of you start to occur!
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