Years of yore I didn’t feel this
little pollen that made red roses
tiny tears that eyes discloses
minute moments, yes it amuses…
heart opens though its closed
mind closes though it doesn’t chooses
this urge abuses….leads to misuses…
but this heart still chooses
avoid amuses, misuse impresses, ensconce depresses…
severe as it may be, it shouldn’t be…it couldn’t be!
Murder this heart!
let this butterfly depart!
Oh…don’t play your part…
Please…disregard this art….
Kill…feel…unveil….kill…unveil…feel…
Kill!
Unreel…unpeel…it’s unreal!
Repel…don’t appeal….
Reveal...…yes….hope it’s unreal.
Fight….avoid those delight
look at where there is light,make it bright, give it might..
heal this sense of sight, wrap it with the light of night
grasp it tight, give it some height…
oh dear this I deeply fear….
don’t allow it, this beat I may not bear…
dear make this clear…deer don’t you get near...
fear, hear, tear….mere as it may appear…
I chooseth to kill…
vague isn't it? it may appear that way but i know what i am trying to imply...indeed, it is unclear but it is there. a writer or a poet doesn't need to explain his/ her writing for the words are there to explain it...the words and all those ellipses shows the emotion of the poet...hey, i wrote it pala...
vague skies for in the expansion-- in the wide expansion of emotions thier is great ambiguity....
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