poetry

My Bond

Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled

Must unravel, this unhandled display of being tongue tied in instances.

By truthfully saying what everyone thinks, and by questioning businesses pleasure conducted by winks.

Disallowance to untangle an engaged wit,

of thoughts created to pacify the ways of thinking that stinks,

but it forms a piece of peace,

for it is what we all seek,

to please a discerned link,

by the pleasure of the ego and heart’s need of a mink.

A cozy cushion of cute words,

empty of true meanings, to roam free, floating airily toward our hearts’, but never truly sink.

As we wait for it all to capture and enthrall us, catch up with our gall and stop appalling the nature in which we crawl, to recognize,

a ring of infinty trapped inside a real 24 kt compliment’s zing.

For what I say I mean,

no reading between the line,

half guesses, if ands…

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