He has found a suitable person
A girl to fit his age
To tread through the cycle cage
The intwinement towards immersion
A history of phases, rites of passage
Jumping, averting lives of marriage
But now damnation t’is not considered
Establishment of humble anarchy, order withered
Pulling away a mighty curtain
Of cold war implications
For now, no tresspass, that is certain
The ambition of relations
Demmur, deliver, drop
The hungry beast so famished
No writer’s block, no search for plot
Instead to have it ravished
Steady down, ease up your stride
Control the need to rise, relate
Confide your silence, make my mind your own
Overlooking constant rush to react gives pride
Remain in tranquility, don’t exacerbate
Speak through voids, words unknown
The arms are but a consolation of a pain unfelt
The embrace to conclude the predicament dealt
My feet on a fine line across niagara falls
Do balance with the crucified position
Of a lesser radical submission
Though towards a reverie, my instinct crawls
To eat rice hot or cold
Advances so bold
Of a season in each others company
With no labels, no prediction but a trip to Italy
1 comment:
foste tu que escreveste isto?! if so, fucking brilliant..i mean, wow. if not, whose is it?
P.s. i think my big little bro is in L-O-V-E.. ssssh!
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