Respect is a good word to move around
The corners in uncertain feelings
But often that is a pile of ice
That burned the eternal fire
Of illusions for the future unknown
In the curiosity about different styles
That seems so sincere in lying
So childish for the pure unloved
Third wheel for broken arrows
Shot into the respectful dead abyss
Of roles that seemed to fit the other
Jealousy without a deeper ground
Is called imaginary sought lover
Because the truth is hardcore Respect.
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PoetryMomentary poetry. This collection, based on my feelings and new experience I have, for good or bad. When I accidentally got the inspiration, I write it down. I hope you find yourselves here and go easier.
