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.