Eyes glistening within the storm.
My failure to produce a symphony due to the confines of mediocrity.
Pheromones lead me to the restriction of choice.
Love is bought and sold everyday without remorse.
My idea of happiness was an ambition that exceeded my ability.
Somewhere out there is a heart beating for everyone without exception.
War is dying for an idea that never deserved more than a simple glance.
My desire to be a step above average is sure to be the beginning of the end.
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Author:
Michaelpoet (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
This is really good I struggle at fusion poems so I read the ones that come out I really like the way you write hoping we become friends so we can learn from each other
I can always use another friend
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