When the eye of the storm opened.
I closed my eyes.
For inside my blind aspects,
I could better visualize.
The depths to a fictional heart’s premonition .
As the shallow end of its pool, glimmered with more recognition.
Caught me off guard though,
for I thought, I knew this love by heart.
Its wants, desires and needful important parts .
Oftentimes feeling the victimization of certain defeat.
As my heart’s gentle nature, was always doomed to repeat.
I catered to the severity of passion’s kept, asking for fates guidance for intended steps.
Expectations, fell superficially to an all time low, shortened by tight reigns, that hauled a large ego.
While possessing miles of narcissistic pleas.
As the unmended portions of my heart became driven, to take lead.
Though the distance that existed, was measured by wasted time.
A million seconds late crossing the finish line.
Eyes still damp from…
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