stronger now in broken places

You made me look different in all the pictures
taken not with the camera but with your mind.
Therefore, my absence is only felt, without
where or when without why or how without who,
without signs of punctuation, even if I have
to admit that softly are accepted… the ellipses.
Glyph variant of the bullet point indicates me
as being much stronger now in broken places,
when you, with your negligent attitude… sent me
deep in the blues again, without you knowing, that
all our memories captured erstwhile shines wildish
urging me to pick up the pieces and KᵉᵉᵖOKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍO
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Joe Bonamassa

chemistry and math

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Waves of lyrics, — the new arguments.
Each day only you… — a new fairy-tale.
An ephemeral season… — it’s the host.
Me… — longing for you in agony, lost.

You live in mine… — I live in yours… —

Past brought till present,
in the narration of kiss, — kept.
At least our future to be concrete.

In the scent of each night,
each phase, — is felt…
a bohemian, — You… Me, — sonnet.
Both of us… — chemistry and math.
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