Vous lisez
Just a little fit, to convince myself that it counted,
to pass by the thought of you & me, finally
Living in a perfect autarchy... As I should be,
Carrying the burden of a poorly reflected utopia, I guess.
The thought of you whispering sweet things
To my heart, still linger in my ear.
I guess the echo contains some feelings,
Reflecting a love I couldn't invest in.
My perspectives are tainted by the brightness of your glow,
the emotions are recognized but not analyzed, for the sake of heart.
I happily indulge in encounters view through different lenses,
And accept the gap existing between reality and best case scenario.
Your sweetness no longer moves me some ways,
It tingles me through vibrations of chaotic possibilities.
I enjoy the strength your rejection has given me
For the time being, it enlightens the mishap of my choices.
You still seem to be oblivious to my discharge, maybe.
Still your love bite no longer makes me shiver,
Your scent revive the reality of yester years, for the time being,
Killing the hope of a breach in this estranged deal.
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