He walked in the aisle with his mind bleeding
In sweat, tears and drunk desperation
His flesh were like slime
Pulled by the gravity of illusion
That love could be easy with confidence
However, he was tricked
By the logic of passion
That to earn from a fruit is to plant a tree
And to trust a single fruit is like a fool
Fishing in a raging current.
Madness in sacrifice.
YOU ARE READING
SAD BRAVERY
PoetryIT IS SO SAD TO BE BRAVE FOR YOUR LOVE, WILL, AND COMMITMENTS. THIS IS A COMPILATION OF POEMS OF MY APPEALS.
