It enchanted me, your melody
echoing in my mind as though
serenity never left its wonders
Somehow it marred my skin
with blushed hues of fantasy
lingering as if you were near
How often must it be replayed,
reds and greens of my aura
splattering cobalt hues of youLyrical affections tormenting
until breath no longer releases
the love you so often refuse
I could have told you my story,
wooden benched near sunset
without audience distractions
But you never showed interest
in veiled glances with a smile
and I shall never be plastic.

ya All-Ways, ~ Jan ~










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