For the widening of her nose,
as she chooses to shine a grin.
For the garden blooming with roses,
as she wishes to curb my sins.
I am in awe of her majesty,
succumbing to this everlasting fallacy.
As her eyes tinkle with jealousy,
upon my hold over her legacy.
But is it so much a deed illegal,
to fall in love with someone so lethal?
Is it so much a deed illegal,
to go against all the wishes of these people?
Is it so much a deed illegal,
to run towards the apex of love so simple?
For if my love is vied as sin,
then let it be known I am the epitome of sin!
And let me tumble into the raging seas,
where my love crumbles into tortured peas!
For I am obsessed over this girl,
and nothing else does matter in the world.
For I am obsessed over this girl,
and for her I would let everything be hurled.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
