Hurry love... slap mine lips of magical press,
before I fall backwards & regress;
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gripping manifestations seek to ensnare,
mine own heart weighted under fascinations despair,
yet,
running by alone stare,
self brings such morals to scare -
Am I to truly care...
when those creeps come from beneath to tear?
A never ceased test,
ramping bruises upon chest -
beg I insist,
ignoration stands little resist,
piss off heart till detest,
skip around them rampant as miniscule pest -
strength lies beneath cells compressed.
Don't think there's a vacancy for additional to infest.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoesíaMy 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...
