we
see it the quiver of a sparkle to realize we might lose—the soul of our eyes
those vexing insecurities while it seems so easy. to see dazzle or rivulets
such a darling personality. I hike feelings disputing rationality to find some
facts quite muddy: the soul we adore, such abandonment at intervals, after something
leaving no promise. as to die a smidgen or left with morose such a murky
sensation. but we dispute bachelors or bachelorettes asserting selfishness, why
they would save us the pain. I still
debate something precious so deliberate while it would never cause discomfort.
the curse in our backpack, the mesmerization in our futons, or plain tired or
distorted where it has been a long road. to have closeness or devastation or to
understand another might entertain with your soul. as behaviors come out where
a spouse is young-minded in such a way giddiness is a signal. a person awaits
the newness or a person is accused—of something seeming inappropriate: by
courage to love, by fierceness to adore, or by patience to surrender. a person goes with the flow or determines
boundaries where something might test rudiments; a person fights while feeling
uneasy where resentment may form; or a preemptive strike while feeling
uncertain where something has been introduced: the feeling of the savage those
killing sensations until they feel natural.
we would save ourselves while running a risk where one is considered
aberrant; for it is better to suffer than to appear different while ‘normality’
is often quite painful.
to
become righteous such pain to resist or so evolved as a human. if but to die in
happiness if but untainted with plumbless depth; so much a gentle complaint or
a plea for certainty or at minimal a demand for honesty; our liars so into us
our warmth boiling our bodies writhing; by curse or frenzy or something falling
apart dying in tears. so captive to patience such unchangeable instincts while
inviting something irregular; to become such a person while trying devastation
where remorse becomes an old adversary. so natural to dissolve so pure at
damages or surrendering to something askew. our ravished guts or sensitive
bodies where a person loses access to sincerity. the lose of naturality for
something addictive where it becomes gymnastics. but souls are complex where it
happens suddenly, a person falls for their reflection: as gravel unfolds or
minds consider eternity but reality is on its journey; the pull the ache where
we know our own habits. it might come one day for those suffering as to
complete a decent experience. such roaming minds such as sight never tires, or
ears are ever eager to listen. if but to watch self or to consider passion
while self becomes suspicious of subtleties; the person so elastic where others
are mostly form but self is disgusted with itself—therefore, it accuses others
while it aches in turmoil. we lose trust, easiness of mind, or we sabotage our
happiness. so much it hurts, as bodies deteriorate, while we need eternity!
