When thou art running on my fragile mind,
Thou occupy it, clouding all my thoughts,
Making me paralysed and lost behind,
Approached me like a madman, forging knots,
Then thou beseeched me to forge a new me,
Methinks thou art fraud, a looming darkness,
Thy bewitching magic of an ash tree,
Every Cupid's deception, thy pertness,
So thy stage play is my own affection,
Travelling the deepest chunk of my psyche,
Entertaining thine inkling deception,
As the sky's gloom summons Aphrodite,
As if the state I was in was irksome,
Untethering me from my moral slum.
Syllables: 10
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGG
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Whispers of the Heart
PoetryAn ongoing collection of poems, about love; lust; desire; hate; feelings; pain. Read to find out more. You'd love them, for sure.
