Acknowledgment Of Realism
ITS AN UNDERSTATEMENT TO UNDERESTIMATE THE AUTHENTIC SELF.
This beloved imperfection of love
Has embodies the tension of Our aching
Hearts.
As sweet as the Soul may devour
Agony as Christmas
Its longing urge for survival
Bring it nearer to its Redemption
Before the dawn of dying stars.
Our broken minds clung together through conscious wounds.
Our spirited beings interconnected, its immobile for them to be disfigured
Away from each other.
We're the literal devices of art
Conspiring against malicious portraits of our
Internal Burial.
Long lost chapters of Paint brushed materials.
Tell me you hear the silence as well
Whenever distance becomes a prodigy.
we're both dead inside but our colossal faith doesn't fit a casket.
We've drenched each other's desire with an infectious
Dopamine
So, me being unable to withstand you being gone is a lethal memory
Conquering Over Me.
If only I could split apart the ocean and show you the surface beauty of my for you under siege.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.
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