"unrightful" poems
Beauty of this effortless.
I did not come to swallow of guilty tongue,
Though rightfully, it has been made done.
Having been I to pronounce in unrightful bearing,
Brought down in redeeming unveil in the turning toward you.
My eyes were told to ration my love in foreign experiences,
Such a time that I couldn’t hold back.
Time ran like a moment of memory,
Which was the cause for all motion to remain.
Your defining passerby moment made me consume silence,
Unfolded your presence, expressed your moment to not forget.
Showing guiltiness of my dissonant mind.
Beauty of not any effort, I became an atonement and could not say.
Forthwith that moment, this stride, yours.
To glimpse what I became aware.
Seamlessly this path was made more.
Evermore I mourn to relive it.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
Proving irritance, causing for uncomfortable self,
Nothing is pleasant or representative.
The behaviors we decide hath no correlation to achievement,
Unrightful actions becoming praised, so why behave?
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC