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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