Creativity is my girl, who finds me in extreme seclusion. She ignites the power of thought and becomes my inspiration. It is tough to find her in all the noise that enshrouds me. Like an envious girl, she awaits to encroach upon me. She holds on to the hope to find me all alone. Only wishing to make me her own. Her passionate talk leaves a lonely trail behind. A magical glance that keeps my mind intertwined. Fickle at times but is the epitome of grace. Blessing, as I consider her, I follow her trace. She has a spark that drives me, to conquer this lifetime. A promise for tomorrow, that becomes my sunshine. Through periods of prolonged separation. Sadly, the times, of extreme desperation. With all the clutter in my mind, I seek her, running for miles. A glimpse of that envious girl, who shies away with a smile. I hope she hears me, and bring me back my existence. She is the only reason, of my sincere persistence. I hope she comes back to ...
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