•END OF HOPE•
At last I saw a pair of eyes
The flash of beat inside me rose,
My blood rushed up and warmed my eyes,
And waters slowly slid aside.
My heart chagrined, ignominy!
Felt the touch of veracity
To cry for: whom never met me,
To break my heart in fatuity.
“Shame!” I shall tell it to myself;
“Hah!” I will never hear myself,
Foolish I am to fall for him,
Foolish I am to risk for him.
Is it a nimbus glowing gold,
Or just a mirage, a fool’s gold?
I would let Midas touch him once
To turn to gold, a treasure I'd hold—
Is he mine? Or I’m just absurd
Believing delusions that I heard—
It all makes sense, I’m just a fool,
Desperation made me a fool—
Fool for him, a laughingstock;
Fool for him, a harlequin.
A lunatic—I’d kill myself
To never breathe nor live again.
Yet all I did, was it for me?
I know I'm wrong, it’s all for him.
I'm cursed to follow all my will,
Cursed to not know what I’d feel.
I feel like I was bankrupted
The pelf I have had evanesced,
I thought I’d cried to change myself,
Yet all I did was maim myself.
At last I saw a pair of eyes
That was just a coincidence,
A shower of a chimera—
Bound to a killer, whom himself.
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Under A Dusk Sky
PoesiaA collection of understading the self vaguely. A collection of fantasy, dostorted truth and unwanted words. A collection of words I have thought of under a dusk sky. Other title: Scissors: Two of Blades to Cut a Skin This is an original work. Do not...
