at the end
after those torrid
kisses
and blasphemous
hugs
i find myself
lovingly misunderstood
in love
and for love to really
be love
demands a cup of tea
of mutuality….
t the end,
your kisses fall out of
grace
lacking the authenticity…..
your hugs finally feel colder
than those
walls of stones
i have not seen your
thoughts
i can not anymore read
your mind
your gaze speak louder now
your hands are not jibing with
your body and your
feet…..
you say you love me?
look at your feet, oh,
they are moving away from
me……
at any rate, how can
i blame you?
it was me who made
the first offer of
flowers
it was me who made the
first touch
hoping for what should
last……………
sorry, love cannot grow
the seeds that i throw
on such a rocky ground
as you.
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