It leads no where,
That’s what I choose to say.
I need more she says , more answers,
I will be okay , it’s all that matters.
What you seek resides in verses not plain or vague.
read between the lines,
I pray that you are smart,
It’s not ambiguous it’s pure art.
It’s not riddles I speak, it’s a poetic cryptolalia,
Searching for love is a kind of mania.
Hearts that are deep only find failure.
The thick clouds will no longer weep,
That battered heart shall no longer bleed.
Better it is sealed and only focussed on loving self,
Otherwise it will be in shreds.