upon first sight.
you clutched my soul
and you touch the tips of my finger
and sway me across the room
and I , reflectively grin.
my ragged blue gown, atop your ragged old velvet jacket.
oh the nectar of a reckless sin
we drown within soft, tender sunshine
we float atop damp. glimmering grass
and we wave, stuffed with drops of melancholy
at a helpless , estranged past
I am not to be yours
you are not to be mine
and our dying butterflies
with their colorful wings, so divine
we were ripped out of each other
stripped of all life, all color
but I cannot walk out, swim out, run out
of memories of yesterday
in which I `ve built my ground
my figure, thoughts and spirit, there to stay/
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