Prose-y poetry
guess who's back? who has returned to my mind, and to my tongue. oh sweet boy who was wanted by all, but had none. whose spell captivated me, and dragged me under. sweet ginger bliss. I recall the final poem to you. about you giving me pleasure through crying..."est quædam flere voluptas" there is a pleasure in crying. my first muse whom i shall never forget, as i flourished. how happy i am to hear that you are with someone who loves you, almost as much as i. as i try yet again to ween you out, i again taste the bitter sting of reality, i will think of you always, and hope your happy. will i ever dream of you again?
♥