His smile furnishes chills
His hug conveys the trills
His kisses grant pleasures
Yet his love is a poison
That could drown me even with a single reason.
Though not all love is not that forlorn
And everything can be reconcile to its own
Everything can still be ruined
In a way you could not conceive.
'Cause love is that obscure and unfathomable
All the reflexes, all the altercations, all the actions
And all the possible outcomes
Can't be easily overcome
In all possible permutations.
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Poetica
PoetryMajority of the contents are random thoughts, as well as poems and essays. This work is intended to let me breathe and write whenever I feel like I need to. This is a safe haven for me. I hope that it is for you, too.
