I
could do in the absence of your sweet grace,
For,
what worth is of worth of water to a wilted flower?
Though
a surreptitious desire and a denial conflate
And
while sulk I a li’l more in my sole crafted melancholy
And
to draw onto a mortal close and never dwell upon
This
labyrinthine dalliance, this nemesis of a past quantum,
This
ineffable propinquity, this serendipity’s wait.
No
sir, I yearn for no more than your obsolesce, of being, existence.
For
I’ve had it good and, hence I rest my case!
did you like break up or something? the poetry is moving all right but i sense that u lost something. something that u wanted but now tend to deny you ever wanted...
ReplyDeleteps: i hope i am wrong and ur poetry is making me delusional. xD