Fallacious Fantasies
Some chances are worthy
Oh, actually, I do just want to vent...
I took another chance with love, I gave it all that I thought it was, but somehow,
The story always ended the same,
With me confounded inside the Percipatation weeping alone...
Is it relevant to say that, I'm done playing, Passtime...
Subjacent to predilection is hate;
Is that what defines us today;
However, I don't have the patience for another heartache...
Can, we just make love respite;
You, write the definition and I will describe the rules, together we are creators of our Interpretations...
And, If love shall become on our side,
Then, it shall, save me for you...
Yet, if you seek to be my twin flame then, you shall wait for me,
Standing next to a sacrifice, whilst finding room inside my empathy to make a bed...
I will be your light to awake you into a relationship that is right...
Together we can make a new Life -
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The melancholy is palpable. Great work. 👏👏❤️🔥