Recumbent and never saw it coming
Unable to silence the sphallolalia
Wishing to create the end of their causerie
Have them feel a hint of my abyssopelagic melancholia.
Uncomfortable by all first impressions
My attempts to sweep her away failed in quick successions
Emotional memorable things to material possessions
Not to mention the times I had weep to you confessions
But it never mattered all my intentions
To have you fly on their wings of deception
What was wrong with my offerings of heavenly dimensions
Fully aware I worshipped you but it couldn't keep your attention.
Inside was an unsatisfying acoria for her
Enigmatic and innominatis is this why I remain unnoticed
Fantasizing myself a poet I thirsted for words to express
Yet the ones I'd find she would borrow to impress them.
I knew as I attempted to belaud her in poetic fashions
Sinking in the anxious panics she not yearns for my compassions
Affections tolerated, as her distractions left me ashen
With the fires and majesties of a dragon
Who sheds real tears the pain no one can imagine
To be saddened or maddened watching her seek their passion
Dreamy notion to rock us asleep by the ocean
The language of crashing waves to you a sudden commotion
Can't fix yesterday to try again today to get a chance for tomorrow
You must have just kept me around for familiarity
But you had blueprints to figure how to let go completely
When I was the one gripping and slipping.....then falling.
Just like my long promise
For you I'll know I'll be the one to land hardest.
2023
- Author: Deadpoetweeps (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 8th, 2023 00:26
- Category: Unclassified
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