The evening clouds are bedazzling, almost like the words you
paraphrased as if it belongs to an alternate eternity. Clearly a part of you
thought you are, belong to an alternate eternity, oh you one gentle winding
mind.
Told you when you love someone staying is not an option. Not
in those abstruse words you arranged like a prepossessing creature, no I don’t
possess the spellbinding. Rather, a fragile voice in that cold night when we
starred at the Southern Cross. Shouldn’t have mentioned it, shouldn’t have
brought it at all.
“But change is inventible. To stay or to not stay should
stay as an open question.” It was a weird summer in Melbourne with a crisp wind
entering our bones, what a great example of you and your captivating metaphor.
You could tell me all the lies about forever but you didn’t. The sun didn’t
leave summer because a crisp wind was beating the shit out of her, that’s why
we didn’t catch cold in those summer clothing we hesitantly packed. Through
thick and thin, unwaveringly.
Told you when you love someone staying is inexorable. Not in
those abstruse words you arranged like a prepossessing creature, no I don’t
possess the spellbinding. Rather, esoteric understandings that you just don’t
love me enough.
I’d build a constellation for you and you’d still hover in
different eternity.
To love or to not love.
To stay or to not stay.
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