I trembled ov’r the burnt un-burnt slacks of the flacks of un-illuminated nights,
yet the past wasn’t even completely vanished into winds,
hell, my heart fell for another hypnotic language of soporific love ‘ighs
Heretofore, I’d encounter rouge heartbreaks & know that
how it feels when bistouries cut the feelings of raring heart into bistorian’s slice
but I ignored the fact, apart that &... meandered into the sinuous-love, beside.
And, in a brace of shamrock shakes,
(Oh, the life with braces, bloody peanut butter cup cakes, & the love squashes
eroded the ecstasy of love by the meanderings of tears, awhile)
To next morn, two way street, my life was became. Subway love, it needed.
(I found me into the shattered pieces of grey, hit the fist in walls, Heart smashes)
Excruciatingly painful it was to..., but every single night, I bled --- the soul weeded.
(Nothing I found from love expect the pleasure of fake ecstasies
that neither let me think nor let me sink with or without love kits, of all outdated love seventies)
5 Years gone, yes, the millennia’s been walked off my life
but still there’s a tint, a speck --- the memory, a shade left behind
that oft. wakes me up ov’r the salacity of night
& stabs my spirit real hard not once, not twice, but multiple prime times.
Neither I forgot my past nor will ever neglect
but the language of love’s indecipherable so how can I... even one intellect?
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