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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Monday, 20 October 2014

The circle of love..

The circle of love.
I'm on my toes,
sprinting around in circles,
stuck in quick sand.
I'm chasing this wanted crook;
ayeh, I'm being tailed for the bounty on my heart,
someone's after my shadow to send me to love jail.

It's not a pride chase;
I wish it were,
it'd be easier for me to catch my prey.

I'd also know there's a reason,
why for some unknown reason,
my heart never crosses with hers;

It goes both ways...

Yet with hollow arteries,
I strive to lock hearts with a ghoul.
I dine my heart on a whiff of aroma,
never to taste or indulge in an actual feast,
at least now I know how famished my bounty hunter is;

The circle of love...

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