The Melocholy III

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Thorned honey flowing in
Warm ruby blood flowing out

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The Greatness

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She stumbles
Through mocking faces
Devilish murmurs
She keeps her head low
She keeps herself warm with her own arms
Deep inside
She knows
There must be something about herself
Something great
Everybody is special
She
Is special
There must be greatness in her
She focuses
She lifts her head and starts running
So fast
Rumours are blown away
Faster
She takes off
Her exceptional greatness hidden inside
Transformed her from the ugly duckling
To the great white swan

The Cliff

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Here we are
Hanging from the edge of the cliff
You holding on to me
Me holding on to a thick branch
Wind blows
You sway
A rock slips from behind the branch
A gloomy thud follows after a couple of minutes
‘Let go of me,’ your voice resolute
‘Let go and take the chance.
For yourself, for me.’
I don’t know how long we have been hanging there
But I have made my decision some time ago
I see no fear in your eyes
I let go
Of the branch

The Irreconcilable Differences

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Shattered vase
Broken pearl necklace
All over
Everywhere
Tears and blood
Whines and whimpers
Nothing can be done to put it back together
For you reject any of my vain efforts
To pull us back up on our feet
You interpret them as deteriorating acts
Nothing left I can do
Nothing
Absolutely none

The Mutuality

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Before meeting the prince,
I have never ever loved someone like that.
Before meeting the fairy tale alien,
I have never ever been loved like that.
And you,
Before meeting you,
I have never ever loved someone and been loved by that someone like this.