THE UNFELT CRUSH

"THE UNFELT CRUSH"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beside my bed rests a pallet,
There I place the image I sketch,
That drawing of your silhouette,
I'd seen once when you stretch,
From afar through your suite,
Until I loosed balance off the bench,
Lost the sight, your prominent palate,
My composure starts to wrench,
For they draw to refrain like cassette,

And in the moment of decision,
I chose to act the expressions,
To you I'm being a bit of delusion,
While I'm at peak of concentration,
Hoping you'd be my conclusion,
Alas you reiterated NO in omission,

The object in my breast pocket,
The vice-versa of a ricochet,
That I couldn't bring out to vent,
Right in your presence of threat,

Should you reverse, the RING is here,
And should it take long to get here,

 

Created by

“All Black”

Published by

“hardekunle”

 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 30.08.2016

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