Honey, how do I look?
This looks shii…
What?
Confusion
Sadness
This terrible drop.
I beg a pardon
For my foolish words.
Lazy I have been,
This beauty just so many times I have seen.
First, let me take a proper look.
My heart just shook.
This beauty
Body
Your eyes
Lips
And hips
Hidden, under clothing and butt,
I prefer you butt naked.
Slightly shaken.
And completely awaken.
Wind going through dried winter leaves
Dry steps vanish
Sun in branches weaves
So grand and lavish
And a jogger
Focus on rhythm and ground
just bit bothered
With bright sun around
Still stops,
Blank mind, grasping for air
And spots
Majestic everyday flair
Lonely shadows
Empty yard
Water, sparking with moon
And one lone leaf
Flying far
Dancing with silent tune
Stopped fighting.
Enlightening.
And seriously frightening.
But no grudges were hold,
stupid and bold,
to wield truth,
throughout the youth.
Questioning suspecting rejecting.
But universe stood.
Taught and understood.
To trust, be ready
and steady and go.
Long gone past,
is still in my grasp.
It’s not the last, time.
I review it, Renew it.
I blew it.
I scratch my wound,
pitifully doomed.
Memory loomed and assumed,
that I won’t be forgiven.
Don’t I want to be forgiven?
And thus, I shiver,
poisoning my liver
drowning in a river,
to satisfy internal judge,
its eternal grudge.
It won’t budge.
Even after thousandth time.
Punishing self for forgotten crime.
Haven’t quenched its thirst for pain.
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