MY SWEET MELANCHOLY

 My dear melancholy,

My fountain from whence pensive and beautiful muse flows

Need I embrace you to grasp the fullness of your wonder 

Or recluse from you and perceived ambience of gloom

Truly it gets dark and cold and a wisp of frost doth truly send shivers down my spine

If you stare in the dark for so long it truly stares back at you

Once was told I look like it’s about to rain

Reflecting has made me value laughter much more

May nothing wipe that smile and smirk off of your face

It gets sunny on the other side.

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