But alas...
Love, as typical, is cruel and fleeting.
It'll drive you with belief and cut of your thinking,
For whatever reason it is based on cheating
Your mind or soul, whatever comes first.
A system as fluid as a Bass.
You'll smell the perfume of roses all while plummeting, as a bird.
So next time, heart, remember your gale.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Optical Illusion - A Pastiche of Poems
ContoPoems like these usually aren't shared because people prefer to keep their emotions hidden and out of sight for whatever reason. I simply don't believe in that though. That's why I decided to share these personal poems that express how I felt in eac...
