Love semblances the likes of a tipping scale....
she bares games to which none can alter in frail –
Alluring deceits behind glamourized smoke,
if taken to this stay: you won't escape the hold stilling choke –
Stars are not the makings of which dreams are made....
Give heart wholly if truly easily led astray,
offer blind eye if surely a tasting doubt pervades,
You wouldn't stare the sun down within perpetual trade?
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
