Fickle


Fickle Life
Thoughtless lovely butterfly
Sipping the sweetest
From each heart
Until
Dizzy
With Love each falls
Bleeding
On the ground
Crying
for more pain
Until the last breath
We fight to recreate …
The uncreatable
The script is written
The lines assigned
Fickle Life
Mindless as the wind
Assigned It’s courses
Without thought
Blowing
Hearts to blaze
Until
Burned
Scarred they fall In ashes in the dirt
One more struggle to gasp
To make dreams real
This: Our humanity
 
Slaves to desire

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