fall in love, fall out of love, love that lingers, is enough enough enough...oh well...i cant help myself.
an insulting effort, offered,
but for lack of presence, conscious,
is insinuation, obscurred,
begging premises might become
amplified, as outraged,
for decisions do develop
of consequences staged...
though his absence shall allow
the degree of sympathy,
unleashed upon a heart
still curious of what's to be,
capitalization must attempt
a boundary, made quite clear,
by the one become consumed
of her love, the mutual fear...
and, obvious as this is, this,
the temperance of fate,
an enveloping tolerance
merely proves to complicate
the love directed towards,
the love not to be sought,
and waits, perched upon ideals
the love before had taught.
and, as enticing as it may be,
guidance, pursuant as patient,
evolves without preference
quite unable to relent...
with response no longer necessary,
as provocation will prove nothing,
capability, will, dear girl,
finally stand for something...
Poetry by tony
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Written on 2006-07-16 at 16:54
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presence...
despise the wavering sincerity,an insulting effort, offered,
but for lack of presence, conscious,
is insinuation, obscurred,
begging premises might become
amplified, as outraged,
for decisions do develop
of consequences staged...
though his absence shall allow
the degree of sympathy,
unleashed upon a heart
still curious of what's to be,
capitalization must attempt
a boundary, made quite clear,
by the one become consumed
of her love, the mutual fear...
and, obvious as this is, this,
the temperance of fate,
an enveloping tolerance
merely proves to complicate
the love directed towards,
the love not to be sought,
and waits, perched upon ideals
the love before had taught.
and, as enticing as it may be,
guidance, pursuant as patient,
evolves without preference
quite unable to relent...
with response no longer necessary,
as provocation will prove nothing,
capability, will, dear girl,
finally stand for something...
Poetry by tony
Read 813 times
Written on 2006-07-16 at 16:54
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