Give Me a Moment to Recollect My Thoughts

More of a reflection on my philosophy and a bit of love and what not. Slightly forms into a poem. Kinda of a window into my heart's most tender regions.

Every writer has a match. He died at 60. But he is the Majesty of my
subconscious. As if he lived in my mind. For according to his words, we are two
of a kind. My heart cries out for a man such as him. my heart cries out, so
hard, it's breaking through my skin. And after the piercing of my flesh, it will
dance upon the floor. Then die, for it mourns his death. One man will be given
to fill the empty spaces. Don't know where to find him, gotta look in a bunch of
different places. But, Sweetheart, when I find you. I know you'll be willing to
never let go. So willing, that you'll sincerely say, "I do."

Author's Note

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