Well. You’ve come to the wrong place, coz I have no clue ...but I cling to a theory. that love is what it seems, distraught vague, full of imaginary spindle fiber dreams a contradiction that lacks a diction driving force for that lustful vixen It is....
The madness that wracks body and mind and shame like syphilis, on the divine chemical surge of the dopamine on the bloodstream highway of time inspired jet propulsion blast to
find a rhyme for thyme ...rhymes w/ sublime
love is the psychosis of the ardent mind
a sun drenched emotion
left out to dry
weariness of perseverance,
take a step back--rewind
love is...
--a weathered poet battering lines—
but no rights to win her
No secret
No tricks
No Oedipal complex
Her scheme can deceive,
Like daylight to a blind Oedipus Rex
I've tried to answer this "Sphinx’s" riddle, But I'm cemented in place like a conservative liberal. So if u ask me, (For I've searched my brain through) But I have no idea what LOVE is...
Definition of Love...Do You Know It?
--a weathered poet battering lines--
1 billion schools of thought,
Do u?
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 10:18 PM
Tags: ClueLessReality, Life, Poems, Randomness
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