A relationship

I'm not single, Taken away, by the best winds. But, this still, what is it? a relationship is not what I have, it's not supposed to exist. So, here's a note, one I'll keep. To remind me, ...

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Music

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This is all me.

Ven, ven a ver

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Just A Day

The name makes me shine,
the handle is inserted.

My neck is just a button,
on and off.

I want to know, to see,
to feel and hear.

When the Grimm Reaper sang
I understood his words.

He sang what seemed to be
a love song.

I fell in love with the grace.

We worshiped the moon, kissed
the earth and fell into the wind.

Dust, turned black, I was.

I don't rot, for immortal sake be lost.

For lust, for sex, be gone from here.

For love, for life, please die.

I have nothing to give anymore,
I'm frail dead and dry.

Let me kiss your poison lips,
let me make love to your breath.

Let me disrespect you for the first time,
let me hate you.

When I Found You.

When I found you, you were a fake.
An actress and princess of dismay.
Embroidery was not lacking as the symmetry was perfect.
You always had the right dye and the right things to say.
I often though about your mind and not about you.
The shadowed face caused by your covering hair protected you.
It shrouded your false expressions for symmetry was absent in your gaze.
When I found you, I was afraid that you were dead.
Poked you, but you twitched.
I feel through your color and was led away by your clever words.
I stole your style and perfected my own.
The gaze of my eyes, I took from you.
Here I am now with my art, and there forgotten you are with yours.
O' how I remember you.