I will never understand,
Nor should I.
The deep meanings and complexions of a
Feminine mind.
It lures and tangles itself within,
As if you are some instrument
To play.
My undying love for you wavers as proud
As the Stars and Stripes.
And as loud as a choirs might.
My love is as if blinders are placed upon my eyes and I can only see you.
For know I work my forward,
A miner chipping away,
But unwary of his direction in the chasm of love.
Your untimely gesture has surely crushed my spirit,
For now.
But the sun will rise, and I will chip way
Once more.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
I will never understand,
Nor should I.
The deep meanings and complexions of a
Feminine mind.
It lures and tangles itself within,
As if you are some instrument
To play.
My undying love for you wavers as proud
As the Stars and Stripes.
And as loud as a choirs might.
My love is as if blinders are placed upon my eyes and I can only see you.
For know I work my forward,
A miner chipping away,
But unwary of his direction in the chasm of love.
Your untimely gesture has surely crushed my spirit,
For now.
But the sun will rise, and I will chip way
Once more.
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