POETRY OF LUST


I reckoned the wistful eyes of nameless faces 

It was like the vivid blue sky 

I thought they were from harmless places

I actually thought they could fly 
Mysterious world filled with poetry of lust

Nobody likes to face the truth

Tempted by the sweet small fruit 

How can we be lost …

We were never really in a right path 

So whom shall we call 

To begin or end this Start
Twisted lies no matter how hard we try to hide 

Time will avenge us indeed it will find 

Like the light of a golden sun 

Melting like a helpless candle 

The weight of the world which gravity cannot hold alone 

All the creatures they vanish in thin air 

Like a old man resting in the chair

Waiting for death to arrive 

Yet we are seeking for someone who could bargain for us or even bribe 
A whisper in a cold dark night make us strong giving an advice

It mess with us saying unholy words like a whore in a bed trying to confess to the world 
That’s it  …it’s just a poetry of lust 

Not lost but no one’s ever find 

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