An unloved lover in a dreamer’s dream.
Prince Charming within unheroic minds.
Liquid souls dance upon a moonbeam,
Try contemplating this for all lost time.
Breathtaking rhymes flowing in conjunction,
Means nothing to the unfelt compassion.
How can words stand primordial function,
If they cannot comply their vogued fashion.
The constant beauty found within my head,
Falls stone cold to my hideous outside.
Constant commotion of pain almost dead,
Within my own reality I hide.
I and Cyrano are long lost brothers,
We are the real outcasts of true lovers.
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