Contributions by sonakshisrivastava and Madballzer
Song: Dark Horse by Katy Perry ft Juicy J
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Her eyes mesmerizing
He could feel his heart beat
Faster and steadier
Than it ever had been...
Her skin so flawless
He could feel her touch
Soft and refreshing
Than it ever had been...
Her hair like a blonde brook
He could see it cascade behind
Flowy and loving
Than it ever had been...
Her voice like a sweet melody
He could feel it in his veins
Soothing and calm
Than it ever had been...
Narcotics tingle his insides
as the cheap liquor,
Combines with the smoke of tomorrow;
He's on the roof,
and the picture perfect paralysis,
Of the ignition of life
seems to combust with each
Firework on New Year's eve.
He's trying to lift up
the equanimity of his mind,
For the next fixation of three sixty six,
When his resolute description
of arbitrary edges seems,
Rather unresolved from the past three sixty five,
And he's trying to locomote his thoughts
From the wily temptress,
Who's been on his mind.
Because he's falling whilst
standing on sturdy ground.
Because he's breaking while
dipped in a tube of glue.
Because failing to sense pain
when he doesn't have a condition of CIP,
is exactly what the crease of calamity
finds itself fissuring upto;
perhaps it is too late to find complacence,
in being the turbulent tornado
when all he's thinking of is something
More subtle, more unwary, more damaging
than Earthquake and Tsunami
when he's survived through
years on drugs which have only come
to define him as Hurricane;
A little less predictable,
a little more forgetting to his instability.
All these conflicted emotions,
Only because of one blonde haired temptress.
For whom he would have given his all,
To call her as his own.
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This poem is about a woman who stole an innocent heart and made the man fall in love with her, unfathomably, only to leave him behind and break his heart causing him immense pain and arousing conflicted emotions within himself, making him unpredictable and out of control. Ah, the taste of love is like elixir, but those who have lost their true love only they know the sweet pain.
- sonakshisrivastava
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