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Capture the lady.
Somewhere in Montmartre; July 2013.
Poem no.1
Deja vu played me well, meeting you was just an oldage fairytale. Created a blueprint of life with only you in mind; [so] Hurry and construct this fixation. Together, we make skyscraping admiration. Little did I know, you were just an illusion-- still I hope your sooner or later to be the conclusion. Blind [as stubborn as you are], you still didn't see to realize the cause of my disguise. Deaf [as far as you are], you have yet to hear, to hear me speak of a feeling that continues to reappear. Paralyzed [as steady as you are], you've awaited to stop time, tis' be the day you animate to this silly love rhyme. Inessential depth I grip onto for a person like you; Fortuitous luck I enclose if this conviction isn't true. A descent of historical desolation, but falling for you became an innovated desperation. Surreal as "it" may seem, still longing for reality to turn into this dream. Thy flame has no expiration; scrutinize on what we got& we'll go off on the farthest destination. Deja vu played me well, meeting you was just an oldage fairytale. Presuming to signs, composing to possibilities of all kinds. Invisioned of that day, a memory that won't ever decay. Cross my fingers; say that you love me, in disbelief this isn't a guarantee.
-This is a poem I wrote about 5 years ago.
Writers block} Change the newage
Agree to disagree?
because Hatred be doin' too much!
Fearless
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DEJA VU;
Old little poem I wrote. Whatcha think?
Deja vu played me well, meeting you was just an oldage fairytale. Created a blueprint of life with only you in mind; [so] Hurry and construct this fixation. Together, we make skyscraping admiration. Little did I know, you were just an illusion-- still I hope your sooner or later to be the conclusion. Blind [as stubborn as you are], you still didn't see to realize the cause of my disguise. Deaf [as far as you are], you have yet to hear, to hear me speak of a feeling that continues to reappear. Paralyzed [as steady as you are], you've awaited to stop time, tis' be the day you animate to this silly love rhyme. Inessential depth I grip onto for a person like you; Fortuitous luck I enclose if this conviction isn't true. A descent of historical desolation, but falling for you became an innovated desperation. Surreal as "it" may seem, still longing for reality to turn into this dream. Thy flame has no expiration; scrutinize on what we got& we'll go off on the farthest destination. Deja vu played me well, meeting you was just an oldage fairytale. Presuming to signs, composing to possibilities of all kinds. Invisioned of that day, a memory that won't ever decay. Cross my fingers; say that you love me, in disbelief this isn't a guarantee.
xoxo,
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