Divine Art Read Count : 5

Category : Poems

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I see my existence cracking as the divine art

Upon definitions, detailing what life is made of.

You move like it is yesterday, I act that way;

Two different faces made up, frowning in opposition.

Togetherness intertwined in wonder and dismay

And it serves as a mirror reflecting everything I’m missing.

I’ve smiled abundantly to the idea of you

And cried even more.

I’ve found skies in feeling darker shades of blue

And writhe in orgasm in being the whore.

Touche, my lady

However, I seen my existence cracking as the divine art

Upon definitions, detailing what life is made of.

Yet, sometimes hearts need to fall apart

To eventually fall in love.

Comments

  • May 13, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Great work 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

    May 13, 2019

  • May 13, 2019

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