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T. M. D.

Our hearts are pumping for us

Need not control

As they are controlling us

 

But we mustn’t speak

Or expose us to the world

What may they think?

 

Hiding being denied

Having never cried

From the view outside

 

Chemically aligned

Such intense attraction

Avoidantly sibylline

 

Cosmically maligned

A most brutal retraction

Abhorrently resigned

 

I’m

Breaking

From the pain

Of lonely isolation

Revolving around fear

Of unsettling memories

Fractured from the future

Self-fulfilling my failures

And watching it all go down

Before my very eyes so swollen

To a death knell song of flowing tears

In muscle static where our hands once healed

Now coldly empty sits still, healing from neglect

 

And await, I dream

Of all the eligible hearts

I’d wish to give my love to

 

While life passes

Only ever loving them

In a daydream daze

 

Their intoxicating effects

Gifts never known received

Savoured in peaceful silence

 

Un-requited though not resented

Lovers’ hearts relate

If distantly departed

 

On journeys of their own

Seeking or being sought after

In the life-light of love

 

Deeply now

Resiliently hold hope once again

The heart’s flag shall sail

◄ U-Bahn

Flower ►

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