Claims of untold love breach my edict,
Ever aware of tyranny I still spit at thee.
You commit blasphemy to the arts
Delighting in suffering
Tisn't true love you write to life
Only truth is your loss of chance
Faustian in word you've become heard
By flocks of idle minds
Discovering sham and shame
Only result is your loss of dance
Frivolous in nature and dull in mind
You know not love
Nor sonnet nor real praise
Only reality is your loss of life
You will know aroma of rose,
Yet never savor the true thorn of prose.
YOU ARE READING
Your Compromise is Noticed.
Poesíaoh! how we praise the lack of authenticity in one. claim your misunderstood struggle and strife of life, when they need only blame the speaker. the world does not plight you girl. hide in your bushel of prose, yet you're unable to savor the prick of...
