When you're not taking a shower for two days
For me, you'll always ring my bell
And pretty as flowers in Mays
Though the chords would never entwined,
The songs would never be sung,
The melody stays blurry-unwind
As the rhytm might forever stays young
Just a drip of your words
Turned my my inside out
"Nothing really..." crunched into thousand swords,
Gunned down all my defenseless sought
Gratitude, solitude
Remembrance of picturesque loveliness,
Only in my mind the feeling's magnitude
While i'm in a trance of grotesque sadness
Ah, unanswered melody
Gradient of my failing heart...
Though your reply brings remedy
Still this painting is not an art
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