It's like a melody
A crispy film of edible floss
That makes one not see clearly
Ripping it apart the sound rings disturbingly loud
While the roses wilt and the waters rot
The sweet musk quits masking the obscure
Unveiling is quick,
It's fragile and to the point,
An unbent arrow made of glass.
I guess I really have to thank this arrow though;
The lodging of it in the damp ground was what caused the train to screech to a halt
Really, the tracks would have been paved to form a never ending road otherwise-
The rocks underneath had been too smooth, too slick..
Now the red-blue sky can finally reflect the blue-greens of the sea.
Now, the transfer to the ship is complete and cargo is not forgotten.
Now,
We make our way
Onto the right path.
The thing about having a serious heart
Is that humor cradles it and sunshine spills forth
The thing about only ever looking at one thing once set on it
Is that you really don't look in another direction, because you find the view too beautiful to forsake. But the view itself is corrupted, so you can't stay, can't afford to stay.
Scenery is no longer interesting if it seeks everyone's approval and reaches out to its audience instead of being its truthful self, awaiting the right people to see it for its candid, soulful layers.
I want- I want somehow an artifact or a historical building that has been nursing its own wounds all this time, that is not lovesick or desperate, that doesn't hook its blinding radar onto any living thing that moves, as though it were some kind of innate checklist- The choices are there, but it's not there for you to pick and choose from.
I would much prefer someone who doesn't fish with a goal in mind, but someone who sits by himself at the bank, admiring the biodiversity and not trying to get every fish to look at him, or to steal glances at the fishes himself.
I would much prefer someone who doesn't let his gaze linger on anything that vaguely resembles something of value- I would much prefer someone who has a million filters for meaning and who sticks to one, single, ultimate choice.
I can't believe I thought you to be a committed one
Emotions I saw and was attracted to,
Difficult persona it seemed and I was interested in,
But the type of emotions you possess seem to limit itself,
And it turned out to not be my type.
Overly flowery handiworks aren't beauty;
Traps with deceiving looks aren't exciting.
Fickle hearts are detestable pits lined with flirtatious behavior
Steering clear of it would be an instinct if the ice berg had been apparent from the start.
Your height doesn't matter, sir. There was something interesting about you that set you apart from the rest, but now it's gone because I've seen sides of you and it isn't the best thing to observe.
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No more distractions?
...No more distractions. :>
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