keep your head up; up side down,
numb; still my hearts rests at your finger tips.
swallowed by a coco night
into your lifetime dark sunshine
dreaming of heaven, silky road; a blocked loop.
scream day and night; release me..
again, another shout in vain..
love blown away into summer rains
bellow, towels, full of tears, tears of blood.
Enjoy your fears and every tear drop.
Curiously expressing dully flares;
Rickety glares wading brown eyes;
Another mischievous foe;
Longing for ancient non-Serviceable sloppy relationship;
While sneaking to the basements..
Frozen, facing misty corners;
Soul plunged into clutter;
Apprehend my soul, my body;
Theme; Corrupted hostages;
Ravaged since birth;
As enamored with green-eyed lover;
her youth glares;
deep love Shimmers; paradoxically;
overwhelming enjoyable fury.
Long live my grainy emotions;
Generated by your ramifications;
Creeping towards Irritated love;
Grouching stranded strangers;
Over unpleasant temptations.
You are welcomed no more.
When he is drunk, be aware; He will not amble out. Anger waves will blow up his very heart. He will first finish up with his reading table; A wooden low table longing for a flame. Then he will drive his Cadillac through the department store’s front window, gets a two pounds’ steel hammer, he needs it to escape.
Entirely unconscious; ran across the road, kick her main door. The bathroom door will not hold him from getting her. He has a hammer, remember? Will she escape or will she face a gloomy destiny?
She cries, her voice calmed him down at bit. Kind a woke up from alcohol. Yes, he hears you; speak out; Love, just like you, I loved your distraction. Time to hold you in my arms. Please move closer; feel my heart.
He cries: I am sorry baby.
Alfonzo asked an old friend who traveled the world about his experience; the friend answered:
It started with a shallow birth,
shallow soup plate, childhood,
shallow mornings, nights.
shallow friendships, relationships,
shallow past, present and future,
shallow lifetime, then soon
I ended up dying at my shallow-less tribe.
“The heart was made to be broken.” ― Oscar Wilde.
; is Love the scamper.?