Poem 30

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What I Dread
Dinonymous


A sweet and passionate torture to thee,
And a strange door for another insecurity.
I neither a hidden moon behind the stars,
nor were silenced screams and halted thuds.

If you ever fall in love with me—
just to keep the rythm, let me flee.
I would rather overcast—if that's what it meant—
than being withered off by the sweetest torment.

The beautiful moon was never a secret
Oh, please not do unto me what I ever dread
Indeed, your blissful eyes are more enough
But why couldn't you battle off in my behalf?

If love is war, man, why do we hide—
Aren't we running from ruckuses that shall abide?
I may be blatant, but that's all that I desire
Please don't be ashamed for me, who you call your sky.

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