An useful illusion to the psyche,
The heart,
The spirit,
Palpably an option that is more noteworthy
than adoration to the misleading.
I mostly am to you the sun above,
The moon obscure,
A horizon muse.
I for all intents am to you the shading blue,
Late 80's tunes,
Rombertis perfume.
I am to you a protest,
None of nature ,
essentially torn away
With malicious aims.
I particularly am to you
The shortcoming of haziness,
The trouble of greatness,
the weakness of darkness,
The sadness of glory,
The pity of distress,
And basically your only hope of power.
I generally am to you a question.
My straightforwardness depleted you,
So You,
Reallocated me of my gloriousness,
Confiscated me of my magnificence,
Dispossessed me of my beauty,
Cut away my thorns,
Went ahead and shed my worth.
From absence of affirmation,
I Lost contact with life.
to fulfill the cloud,
I moved in the opposite direction of the sun.
I lost my petals, I lost faith.
I am not anymore that beautiful rose.
That you once wished to desecrate,
I am the stem that lost its strength.
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