Incapable of tenacity,
My efforts become wasted.
No issue of bone density,
But one of sweet love, tasted.

Too far away;
It never existed.
Mere fiction to fill my day.
My face turns away.

Cause,
That's just my way,
It seems.

To fill my day,
With fallacy;
Your head with 'promise me'.

Watch as I dance around meaning without capacity.
Please, no flash photography –
Try, but you can't capture me.

This heart pumps no complacency.

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poemagraphic

Sun 24th May 2020 10:32

Great rhyme in these lines.
Po

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