Flowers and lovehearts, feigned and untrue,
Faked feeling!. All of it!. Imposing on you!.
It seems emotion is for the virtuous clay
Clay and sweat we are forced day by day!.
Trying to comprehend my own twisting thoughts (What a trial)
Opening them, finding nothing (I'll call it 'My Style')
Pouring my heart out (Ha!) for (her) the masses to see
My true emotion on paper is never to be!.
Summon the stars to dance in our dreams,
Simple little nothings with no true mean!.
The walls of my mind thrash around like beasts,
Inside which live victims and the slather of priests!.
Sometimes I grapple and clutch for a cause,
Just one reason to live without pause!.
Just when it was all slipping from hand,
I met this angel, pure and grand!.
She had a not-so-pretty form,
A tasteless taste, temper of storm!.
Come to think of it I had no directive,
It seemed her beauty came from the defective!.
She never knew I felt like that,
Not a word of it left this cat!.
In not a year she crossed my mind,
I was content with her locked inside!.
Now she's gone, I don't lament,
I've nothing left inside to repent!.
Flowers and lovehearts, feigned and untrue,
Faked feeling!. All of it!. Imposing on you!.Www@QuestionHome@Com