
after which, i fell in love with frente's "ordinary angels". looking back to all of my favorite songs, i found a common ground. melancholic. so i'll write anything which might mean something purely melancholic just to accompany the angelic image. a poem if it can be considered one.
lonesome and weary those hearts meant to be
to the shadowy figures thy waited vainly
how i wish i could melt to the sea
for this hope left blinded upon thee
bella luna would she be?
an infinite companion of me
thought of her as if real
sight of her left me still
should i could gather the beauty
of all the things she longed to be
if could get down on bended knees
would you still be here?
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