Hello Everybody, This post was by Phildapoet. I hope you enjoy it.
Love skipped this memory like a forgotten league
Lust way-lay me with its short course armory of lubidiny
I hit my white injection needle on six times three ladies
All came out for a play without shame of unaffectionate randy revelry
Love now parades my soul with drums of impending tragedy.
Tragedy of the heart lamenting without tears.
This soul is afraid of getting a fraction for its whole
A fraction of beans for a whole bean sack.
I gave my best for the least of her affection
I was crucified on her tree of inordinate selection
She asked for gold
Told her my dreams will yield treasures fearsomely bold
My hays she scorned
Asked if I could hawk corn
Tore my heart from the backside meat of its affectionate hollows;
snapping the veins and arteries and gave it to lust to swallow
Then ;
My heart in bitter grief; had its nest.
The pain of knowing she has a next.
My worries unearthed from the deepest layers of thick assumed rejection
I withdrew the memories of fun in my head she drew
I lowered the graffiti of her lips ; hips , beads and fun skits.
In the template of my heart I printed her beauty as ashes
Blew wild and tormented kiss to her being.
I shiver as I kissed a score of bottles to her memory in demise.
Her frame yet has its verdant lashes on my brain.
I wheeled her memory far into endless distance with a disgust branded barrow.
Mnemonics of love in my heart for tales I keep.
In this being love skipped its heart for a sabbatical leave.
Never to return until the master wills.
This post is beautiful.
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Vixen ; so 9c a pix
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Nice composition,the diction and line are on point. Though it is painful that the person the writer was in love with made him look like a lovelorn coz she took his love for granted. Though sometimes its important to know that Our minds are as different as our faces: we all want to travel to one destination; –happiness; but we’re not all going by the same road.nice literary work
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