You aren't made of ether,
just cruel, callous & concrete flesh.
Such bitter bravado in your brutal bluntness.
Sometimes I get so tired of the truth
but I didn't tire of you.
Pressing every inch of myself against every inch of you;
still can't get in.
So act cold down doomed, distant depths,
a solid semblance of stoicism
like love is long lost to just you.
You could have initiated an illusion
& I would have given that love to you.
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cleverly weaved,
maybe because I also have an appreciation
for antiquity's marriage, between philosophy and poetry
this really spoke to me
Thank you. I'm glad it did
Woah this poem seems to depict a very cold callous person whom you describe effectively. The sarcastic phrasings all expressed in a sharp strong crisp way sound icy so poetic!! Kudos for this muse!
Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.
It was written in a rather bitter state of mind I'm afraid. Indifference can sometimes be a mask etc. But who knows what men are thinking. In fact, I've been informed that they don't think at all haha
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