#gears - Hello Poetry

Out of deep sorrow for the loss of my muse The machine stops to recapture its stasis Stolen by the unrequited idea of this mirage, The scarlet tic toc craves pristine amuse The pump of the sweet amorous concoction Tastes **** to the disused forlorn tongue Maybe the machine leeks this viscous fluid To purchase desire at the body’s auction This nature’s request for the suitable mate While the soul of the failure still remains, Cranks the contraption most vital gears As a mismatched tic toc at hearts gate The betrayal of knowing the truth and never Ever leaving the past wholly shatters me The Sunlover wants to bloom when the light Shines darker than the doubt of forever That is the heart’s betrayal Viewing the sunrise through my wasted eyes unfold as the tears of my broken dreams, I remember the beauty of my dear beloved The ultimate ambush to my lonely skies The hangover of rejection lingers for eternity. The addictive touch of tenderness I want While the robot engines cannot cope with it, The tired heart goes for failed shot infinity What is this web which I was woven into? Falling for eight, then nine, bonus ten Tic toc the clock; pump, pumped the blood Wild need, whispers required to ensue And whilst I dig the grave where I shall lend Haunting me is the ever burning question Will ever the craving for love be truly done? Hope is said to never falter, to never end That is the heart’s betrayal The never ending brush of desire swirls A portrait of novel passion; her soft Features, angelic voice, immaculate lips And this issue prevails with all the girls In the mind’s museum, they become a bust Of hard intangible romantic interests And as a collection vice, the gallery will not Stop letting in more miscellany of lust Appreciating the astral beauty, bemusing In the details, worshipping personality, Requiring such unity to expel the loneliness This hearts motives forever bruising The interest in a woman thus take shape To form the most ethereal phantom A ghost that results in dreams of icy mist A myth of warmth, fleeting escape That is the heart’s betrayal Once betrothed to be my suitable mate, Wishes my dream fairy granted me Far and wide we would venture, brave souls Only in my fantasy, this surreal bate Thus, the later ultimatum comes unexpected When company the moment yearns This muse’s portrait matures into sorrow We were genuinely never connected The cold from this epiphany ardently churns The blood that petrifies the machine “She is not the right one,” an echo of misery Even if elusive, she hurts me; it burns Passion may come and go, a scar of flare A tempest of feelings of the unruly kind The spark is a mystery to solve, misguided The hurt of a hollow kinship and despair One day the soul its mate will find, the heart Will have a home to call in the light But now the frozen pump in darkness lingers Waiting the mistake of love to depart It all goes back to the beginning And that is the heart’s betrayal

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Jan 14, 2021

Jan 14, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC

henriqueacaldas

The Heart’s Betrayal

Out of deep sorrow for the loss of my muse The machine stops to recapture its stasis Stolen by the unrequited idea of this mirage, The scarlet tic toc craves pristine amuse The pump of the sweet amorous concoction Tastes **** to the disused forlorn tongue Maybe the machine leeks this viscous fluid To purchase desire at the body’s auction This nature’s request for the suitable mate While the soul of the failure still remains, Cranks the contraption most vital gears As a mismatched tic toc at hearts gate The betrayal of knowing the truth and never Ever leaving the past wholly shatters me The Sunlover wants to bloom when the light Shines darker than the doubt of forever That is the heart’s betrayal Viewing the sunrise through my wasted eyes unfold as the tears of my broken dreams, I remember the beauty of my dear beloved The ultimate ambush to my lonely skies The hangover of rejection lingers for eternity. The addictive touch of tenderness I want While the robot engines cannot cope with it, The tired heart goes for failed shot infinity What is this web which I was woven into? Falling for eight, then nine, bonus ten Tic toc the clock; pump, pumped the blood Wild need, whispers required to ensue And whilst I dig the grave where I shall lend Haunting me is the ever burning question Will ever the craving for love be truly done? Hope is said to never falter, to never end That is the heart’s betrayal The never ending brush of desire swirls A portrait of novel passion; her soft Features, angelic voice, immaculate lips And this issue prevails with all the girls In the mind’s museum, they become a bust Of hard intangible romantic interests And as a collection vice, the gallery will not Stop letting in more miscellany of lust Appreciating the astral beauty, bemusing In the details, worshipping personality, Requiring such unity to expel the loneliness This hearts motives forever bruising The interest in a woman thus take shape To form the most ethereal phantom A ghost that results in dreams of icy mist A myth of warmth, fleeting escape That is the heart’s betrayal Once betrothed to be my suitable mate, Wishes my dream fairy granted me Far and wide we would venture, brave souls Only in my fantasy, this surreal bate Thus, the later ultimatum comes unexpected When company the moment yearns This muse’s portrait matures into sorrow We were genuinely never connected The cold from this epiphany ardently churns The blood that petrifies the machine “She is not the right one,” an echo of misery Even if elusive, she hurts me; it burns Passion may come and go, a scar of flare A tempest of feelings of the unruly kind The spark is a mystery to solve, misguided The hurt of a hollow kinship and despair One day the soul its mate will find, the heart Will have a home to call in the light But now the frozen pump in darkness lingers Waiting the mistake of love to depart It all goes back to the beginning And that is the heart’s betrayal