Uncertainty sustains the limbic motions
It's not what's inside that counts anymore
Oh no... it is what is on the outside
The superficial rollercoaster
Guided by materialistic dreams
Sends hearts and souls alike
On a never ending winding road
Full of ups and downs
Tearing apart the whole
Adversity perpetuates the guilty pleasures
When pain shuts the vain to the heart
The body seeks sin
A touch a glance a kiss from anyone
To fulfill the dying urge within
Closed out from the world a blackened soul
Dying to escape
Finds a partner in crime
So the circles can now begin
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Turns a once timid butterfly
Into a horrid beast
You are enchanted by her kindred eyes
And a kiss that seems so rare
Unable to feel what you can feel
But fakes the feelings you believe to share
A brittle rose still stunning
Will shatter at your touch
A never ending story
Searching for something long lost
Denial of identity
Scorned from a painful bluff
A losing hand from any glance
With a pokerface to trust
Engulfed in the blazing flare
Of the fire that burns so deep
Now smoldered, she is unable to just breath
Tick Tick Tock says the kitchen clock
Time to play another role
Wake up and hear the birds
While the thunderous skies will roars
Smitten with intricate details
She finds a saving grace
Poetry reveals her secret world
It's a tempory escape from everything
A moment of utter silence without having to face the pain
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