Cultivate my love — platonic or otherwise — to further your climb; to farm love from our peers.
Mourning at the seams of ridiculously inconvenient times;
The moment you caught wind of my leave;
A jab at my heart.
A kind word taken for foolishness.
A jester performing for a selfless king.
Not a laugh; not even from the stage fright fool.
Karmic retribution for the socially bereft.
An ego frayed the imperfect golden paint we covered our hearts as we danced:
Actions contradict our spoken sincerity.
Footwork betrays our intent.
Pirouettes sacrifice emotion for technique.
A juxtaposition between a straight line and a spiral, coexisting with each to blind me from what was truly meant for me.
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Appeal to the Crown
RomanceA fight for love; Is a rose bud. To be picked as the prettiest And, To do die off as the ugliest. - A collection of short stories and poems.
