My consciousness is a canvas
Chaotically splashed with your colors
I'm a single page of an atlas
Focused on the place that is solely yours
My thoughts are a grid of rational roads
Yet they all lead to the single point of you.
My emotions, a stream of legible codes
But the message does not ever get through.
My torment is a fly on your face;
Ignored like so many other things
My light dives into dark's embrace
Shedding its hope and strong bright wings.
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