Cerulean skies and fleecy white clouds bestowed the vendure of our past
Now a storm of ruddy tears,
a heraldry to the end of what was never meant to last
Is it true that from the bones one can see the ravage of a lover's fists
Bruised and mocked by thee yoke of ignorance
Is it true that only at one's demise can one admit
To all audacities one used to prance

Beguilling all with a romantic eye
the soul's advocate stands on the marge,
Pondering over Cupid's trifling ways,
My youth deserves an oasis as such.

Enticed by hopes of paradise i was once
but security comes when oblivion finds
Trust was no factor
but root of when a misnomer unwinds

Slavery gleaning whats left of my heart cleaved asunder,
The same who was under public eye,
As my composure wax and wanes
Even a silver sheen evokes whys

Pride desolated, when a third includes
Befuddled by the demeanin lies thrown upon
And spitting at ones aversion, in attempt to delude
But yet the face to demand- A poet cries out this song

Oriented to a closure albeit keepin the flame alive
But the angel has lost his wings,
As the coquette fades from his eyes.

Trying to get back my touch, been off too long... but this , i couldn resist.

Brandon Toh
15
10thJune
Doctorxxexx@msn.com
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