Open Poetry #44 |
Greater lie the minds benaughted |
chickoo007 Member
since 2007-11-06
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Greater lie the minds benaughted,discerned when not a riposte. A friendly gesture often repulsed with intrigued intensity. Often ruins the heart of the subdued with a primal scrupulous esteem. To hide in the mortal cadavers of egomaniac extremity. Greater lie the hearts benaughted,when sentiments are feigned not felt. When a smile does not light up on the face whilst a tryst covetic. Often eases the mind of thoughts to reconsider a revival. Borne are the sufferings to try bring back those moments ecstatic. Hence today my pneuma wants,me to naught reply. To this yours beautiful & amazing reconcillation. For not me but you had assumed a strict invisible singularity. & here how i longed for thy sweetening gratification. To hear from you after so long a time,i know not to bleem or smile. Incredible though it may sound to be,but you cared not enough to remain in touch,for such long this while... |
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