Category : Poems

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How in love I am with the idea of love,
How my heart lusts after a perfectly sane world where sincerity is encrypted in the intentions of every man
And purity of heart is a crown we all wear even in our sleep.
How I long for a serene earth where we're all comfortable being comfortable
Because the wombs of our intents are baren of hurtful thoughts toward our fellow man.
I know I don't get to control what goes on in the hearts of men but the least I can do is be a spatter of difference and hope that one day the world will dance to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Because love, in its purest form, is a flag flown high from the castle of my heart
And I believe it is contagious 
With sparks of malice, 
They try to kindle a fire of hatred within me
But when the music stops playing,
When the sound of the drum fades away,
When their voices all quiet down,
I'll be right here.
When they come back to collect my ashes,
I swear they'll find me standing.
I will not burn out.
I don't know how to,
I never learnt how.
My name is Makarios
And I am different.
Always have been. 
The strength of my character sometimes buffles me.
But it is who I am.
I guess it's the God-level they talk about