PortraitIt’s a midnight affair,With theLyrics of your song,Melancholic tasteOf melodyTells me how it went wrong.Fragments of yesterday,ImprintedIn your chest,Bittersweet collisionReminds youIt was a beautiful mess.Rhymes in the end,Is a form ofAbyss.Blackhole in theMiddleIn there, she exists.Up above is theConstellationOf the unknown,With all theseWords you sayIs an art of illusion.In silence, in secrecy,Her loveIs what you seek,Uncertainties may lieAhead butAnother risk is all it’d take.Each key of yourPiano placesMy heart in a tragical state,How can a sad songFeel likeI’m breaking while asleep?.
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