I wish that i could write of loveliness, sweetness, tenderness, joy, surprise..A novelty of a life in seasons, a heart that beats with happiness,To find my self in lightness, in freedom, expansion. To spin about in even shapes and pulse with feelings of my love..
Instead... i write of emptiness, of longing, a sorrow, the weight. Heavy features cloud the mind which cannot bring a change.
A dreamers fate when alone.
The heart it beats steadfastly, pumping for a chance...
From waist will rise explosions, coursing, glimmering, tingles, rolling light.
Imbued then for a moments chance a dream to dance the lovers dance.
-cheesy-
fades quickly though, who shifts like this?
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