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Please, listen

My mind is a theater that stages your romantic plays,
A poor quality recording of your sweet voice.
My heart is a breeding zone of my love for you,
The initiator and ill-informed guide.
My eyes are viewpoints into my miserable life,
Tunnels through which overflowing emotions outflow.
My life is a series of events that barely fit,
Uninspired, dully and introspectively led.
My body is a mass of oblivious sense,
A playground of self-blame and loneliness.
My whole being is an airy existence lacking in direction,
An element trapped in the field of true love.
My spirit is the cornerstone of my existence,
That so relentlessly and resiliently seek you out.
Please, hear my spirit,
Converse with me in a justified manner.
And, please,
Say you love me truly.



Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2018-09-13 at 17:18

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