Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Freefall

Days of past, being survived in mind,
Living lifeless, lamenting life unkind,
A drop of pure chance, miscible as wish,
Asking first in life time, what falter feeling is this?

Verily etched inexorable, this stratum in,
Guilt self-condoned, but still as much in sin,
Conflicted pushes, never though will come shove,
Just for jiffy, felled fortuitous felt love.

Love? Or lust? Sweet semblance of a friend?
Or a present the present, doth benevolently send?
Ever-slipping answers, heart engraved encore,
First time again, am' falling in love so more?

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