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Melancholy

Four chambers of blood rush
Love has taken the feeling of such
I try to hide behind my distressed words
Presence defeated by the souls of a galloping herd

The facade is once again slipping
Heartbeat keeps dipping
Yesterday is gone
Mentally all alone
No doctor can help
Same problem again, yelp

Stronger, however much better
My feelings determined by the weather
It’s winter today
Summer when I sleep
Thinking back to the first day of our meet

In my presence, a beautiful future romance
A receptive hugging dance
Happy as the day was long
Somehow, I still must carry on
Voices of manly communication has been lost
Erotic images, sexual undertones heard, appreciated from a pricey cost
I must now bear this heavy cross

This ordeal has taken me aback
My curtain of life thrown out of whack
Oh my God, you had the sweetest methods to wake me up
After a long night of getting spent, humped, and bumped
My number one fan to keep me company as I’m running
In harmony to ascend the heart as I’m gunning

No sequestered echoing whispers from the outside world
Yet, I’m still dressed up for an unconfirmed nightly swirl
No baritone voice on the other side for a planned emotional twirl
I miss you so much
You meant everything to me, when under the command of my Midas touch

I feel so misplaced
This is not to a Queen’s taste
Only had I slowed down, not ran in such a haste
You tumbled out my life without me losing a breath, the concept, an unfair sensitive waste
Once I returned to cherish your existence, you were peacefully at rest
Tears welled up, you were simply the best
Your perfection scattered
My emotions tattered
From the hard bed of life’s unfair battered

I elevated you, reverberating several moans
Today I sit here all alone
Our relationship once considered a unified milestone
With a regretful sigh, time to get me another
I hope never to smother

I will treat you right
Never letting your company out my sight
I will keep you at my hipbone
I’m not talking about a man
I’m grieving over my crushed Galaxy S9 iPhone
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Two things scare me. The first is getting hurt. But that's not nearly as scary as the second, which is losing.

Lance Armstrong
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