I realized that I had no control
No shift on what was to be patrolled
It's a blender of thoughts
Racing against the fragment of sought out logic
Being who I am I suppress my lost
Soon to realize other's are grasping emotions to toss at me
Time passes by for me and others
They start to like me
Causing mischief in the night
A perplexed motion to understand the pulse of love
Knowing my place in this chaotic setting
I continue to produce the work in action
I join the flirtatious movement
I elevate my logic into what I know to be true
It's as sure to be flabbergasted within the desires we need
I caused others to have an emotional bond with me
It's as unfortunate as the next victim of love
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Crimson Omen
PoetryWhen love is inevitably strong. One may act as of nothing is present, though, in the inside it is excruciating sorrow.
