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Days pass by still feeling helpless
So hopeless at the seams..
On the verge of desperation.
Panic attacks that cloud the visions
A pure heart.

A strangled love-stricken maiden
Who stirs in her sleep.
Cursing the man who set her apart
Who drifted away and rattled her uncanny self.

Amiable proof that surges through your veins
As though one's mouth were enraptured
By the smokey finesse of one's beauty.

I beseech thee.
Thy glorious impediment on my behalf
Surpasses one's ability to unravel the man within.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Great writing.
When you have a few moments
will you fix this for me ?
Humans are driven by something, is it
Religion, hunger, sex, or survival ?
Which category does your problem fall into ?
Lets discuss this and see if we can solve
your problem . OK ?
-----Eagle Cruagh