There are fantasies of vengeful love 

Absurdities manifested in some eloquently hidden literature

Written in a cryptic labyrinthine way to baffle the interpreter

Not so much of a yearning of a soul to be with another

A convoluted narrative of raging passive angst for love itself

That consciousness needles the heart every day

Yet, the true emotions of love do not permeate the pierced heart

A soul has a mirror to reflect the monstrosity

There is a dilemma between spewing venom and being extremely coy

A duality tears apart the sanctity of true love

Masked eloquently with some hypnotic exaggerations of a feeling

The phonetics and rhythm disguise the intentions cunningly


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