Allusions
Two lovers read poetry
in the dark
They forget the words
as day arrives
But then retells them
with their own
emphasize
The sad antagonist
attracts hatred
But is really the same
as the protagonist, the hero
But one of them
subject
to proclaim
They take as they learn
Recollect words
Interpret and discern
rearrange them
into their own fusion
All that they are,
they create:
new drafts
They allude to
a metaphor;
a version
of an interpretation
Subliminally,
they refer to
the previous draft
of a delusion
–
that said,
We are all allusions
We are all drafts,
endlessly striving
for the perfect illusion
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Playing With Words
PoesíaJust some poetry and stuff: The words of a young adult with too many thoughts. It might suck, but I don't care. These are my own, sincere words; There is no right and wrong, as they constantly wander through spheres of whom they belong. This is me...
