My mind
plays violin tunes
on nerved strings intertwined
reflecting bygone blue moons
and advancing treasure tombs.
My head
full of mangled disarray
is lately so misled
cracked open, put on display
in my head, I welcome you to play.
My thoughts
of late have been somewhat bleak
infesting my paragon with warts
pull my weeds from the creek
plant sweet roses, in a sneak.
My mind
has a spirit of it's own
it will never forget the time's with you, it will always remind
me how from this residing orb you were blown
in your vanishing, I learnt to fly all alone.
In my head,
my thoughts can be read
In my mind,
I am confined.
Flowers of grace
will sprout my thoughts in time
them, I will water, and drown an embrace
and from this phase I will climb
You've been in my head,
you caused the flowers to shred
but those flowers were also grown
due to your smile, your laugh, your everlasting atone.
In my mind, all this, you will find...
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