Floating
You are the worst of my lovers.You drew me in with seductive
Promises swearing I would be rich
With a mere consort and no reporting.
At best before me I see wringing
Hands with no aim beyond this deal.
You... you cannot love or care for any one.
We are all mere chattels to some dream
Even you have not a measure of now.
The worst of you refuses to let us
Tarry to other ways as I used to.
As I was used to..when
I imagined the world was real...
I am going to watch the pink
Blossoms as they float slowly away.
Float slowly far away.
Poetry by jenks

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Written on 2012-02-27 at 02:17




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