A world stage play seen by all naked aided eyes
Where all hearts had become the theater faces
A world known of its fantastical love then dies
Where their dances had swept away their paces
All thought lived in the City Of Stars had torn apart
Their hearts, dreams and everything all had astray
All thought had their own fame written went
thwart
Their sweet nothings and little times had all disarray
Only a dance made of cymbals flown flocks high
A summer love montage displayed the cinema
Only a clock could reverse all but finalé is a sigh
An if-only imagine montage blockbustered enigma
The type of food where they're cyclonic and turbulent
Fate after them was hasty, insane and ultraviolent
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love poems
Poetryi'm inexpressive.. hear my heart soaring cries of the wolf.. want to read what's my mind saying? try to understand me. • these poems might be rhyme schemed, free-verses (depending as well in what kind of type of poetry style i want to make.) and i m...
