Monday, 17 August 2015

Equation 150 : Nuisance

The nuisance upon love,
The living or what was left only,
As the darkness that lies,
The truth at the end complies,
The destiny that wasn’t certain,
Sure of what another day would become,
The ache that felt buried in a soul,
The wound that still was hidden,
Bleeding down on the earth so dry.

The nuisance upon love,
Laughter was heard at the end,
An agonist still be forth stands,
In a cruel rigid light of a broken shadow,
Whistle that was at the end become an echo,
A clean linen cloth that was once pure,
The heart right now was unsure,
Feathers that has fallen,
From a broken wings of another shadow,
At the end,
The beauty your smile that heals a heart sore cold,
Perish in a grim of tomorrow.

(c) Scarlet Storm 2015

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