It's like a clock ticking,
your ability to vanish.
Your mind sets me apart,
faster than any knife could.
It's like your fingers,
have painted a map.
You know where my
heart lays and yet,
your heart does not beat.
Why?
Haven't I shown you enough?
Tight dresses and perfect words,
your eyes remain fixed elsewhere.
Amourous gestures, biting lips,
You reject me purposefully.
My heart is greying,
Tearing itself apart-
Every move, every deceptive
word and my world brightens.
I tell myself to stop and yet,
I can't.
They asked me why I had fallen.
Why I had simply given up.
I never respond, for a simple tear
tells its origin.
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Young Creatures
PoetryIn reality, in the ever so present time, we are plain creatures of spontaneous predictability. We are adolescents, prone to chaos.
