Standing the hazy future
Beneath the filmy courage
Wind blows puerile jokes
Of my ramshackle strokes
Towards the hefty punches
A histrionics macabre shadow
Where my whole future hinged
On his arms, a haven
Scented, impregnated with hyacinth
In a splash of waves
As high tide replaced low tide
I'm awaken by his dark malevolent eyes
Smelling the rubbish scent
The earth shaking words evaporate
Turned out to be a hoax
In a hissed of the air
I cough, myself hardly breathing
Paining , drowning , sinking
In the sadness that love brings.
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