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I love the twilight hours because of the perfect shades they paint the imperfect world around me.
I love books because of the lively adventures they bring to my lifeless life.
I love music because of how it brings sweetness to my bitter mind.
I love chocolate because it brings angels to my damned tongue.
I love flowers because of the immaculate fragrance they give to the sick air I breathe.
I am only trying to tell you why I love you to a greater extent than my own life; You fucking do every single one of these things to me.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
