I may not see what you see
To trek the mount & the sea
I kept drown to leave you happy
Slit thee heart this make you free
Hopeless, restless & struggles from wrapped
In a den the mind was confused & trapped
Those tyrant will soon plumb & attack
For envy & belligerence they turn in flocks
The aroma of sweet flower’s scent
As synonymic as the devil’s trident
The amorist, Valentine furrow thy love
Bell in her name flares nihilism above
In abyss of phantasmagoria
A bewilderedness of amnesia
Thee embody thy river of oblivion
To brew & unravel the disconcertion
The bold prisoner in the cell
Was condemn & threw to hell
Subsume thy chaos & warfare
Thou politicians are inhumane
Jealousy, lust and death
Selfishness unturned regret
Roses and roses might soon wilt
But not truelove will ever tilt
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wow. so you're casanova. hmmmmm very poliquit. :))
ReplyDeletenice poem. just had to look things up in the dictionary many times. hehehe
tito.. wow im glad.. and anxious.. if it is good to read..?T.T
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