Be my witness.
Who shall speak love to lonely emotions, as winter's stare glare harshly upon thy heart,
what spear bleeds selfishly upon dry backs of frail and timid personalities
what action shall tare us apart?
Who be impressionable, whispering infectious sweet lovables to draw out such feelings, who be he, who scares to dare self enough exposed to care YOU ARE THERE!
I whimper childishly of thy view of me, for I've seen how many memories I've conceived. Be it what may my humble vanity as it duals with me and have done so for centuries,
Be the hatred that boils beneath my breast, burn sudden hope to the fiery fatality of love I grieve.
Be whole with my reality for you and I are birthed from its seed.
Be my only, my new and old... be my future and witness to this story as it unfolds.
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