Saturday, 9 March 2013

Equation 40 : Love...

Love, once were said
Each second, was a
Remedy, but how can it
Last for, eternally
Truth, though somehow there
Always hidden a gruesome,
Lies? How can it disguise
Adoring self, why would it be
A melody, missing a tempo,
Eyes that meant words,
A thousands symphony, still is
The darkest mystery,
Without sense, compassion shatter,
Emotion drained, tattered to pieces,
No mercy, nor any,
Respectful sympathy, 
Disgrace, only lies obeys
No love, betrayed.


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