Looking through the eyes of the missing lynx....
Bent..or broken... lies my heart in a puddle of bloodless emotionfelt...such a notion... as it is left here for dead from life's devotion, to see my esteem fall short of the mean, of averages I see as I hope for my dreams, to come true in the rue of the listless gleam, in my sight unforeseen through the steam convened. Truth, this is not me to wallow in sorrow, may I borrow another's mind until I reach tomorrow, for in the sunlight lies my hopes to follow, escaping darkness of my tempting hollow. Point made, piercing through the hole in my brain, thoughts leak what a shame, of the succubus unnamed, a fortunate claim as my soul remains. How hollow is the vessel untamed? to live life for glorious maintain, I shan't understand, how wicked the plan is, escaping pain on this mundane plane of realities prey. I pray to Allah let me forth your wisdom, for this prison in affect overlooks my kingdom, as tempting treasons like love are not reasons, to covet a woman so tainted and missing, I beg to differ for loss is just that, once had then left to find the new grass dead, not regrettably so for I know what we had, but strength was needed to exist beyond the lily pad....for lynx I understand why you're sad, this storied testament's of something I never had, but all things come to and end, in this I am glad, for you shall transform into greatest nomad...Perhaps I am wrong, may this song suffice false, for the truth I know exist within you, i just wanted to write an ode to my muse, your poems so incredibly new in me grew, manifest as if two beings as one, this woman we spoke of only eclipsed your sun, but the moon shall pass to other beings succumbed, but your light shall shine on...she wasn't the one
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