I must talk quick, for I'm unsure as to when this feeling I'm having shall fade.
Better is just a metaphor to an inner perspective, though it's hard to snuggle in and creep to thy innermost being, best may be miles apart, unless and until it's not an over clouded vague perspective of the subjective approach in a hope of not falling again for a delusional appearance, taking it for guaranteed every time.
We often fall prey to, and keep up with a stubborn necessity of what comes to us, infatuated to thy fanciful mirage in fondness as a companion for thy does not want to be a loner anymore. Hold on to your horses before you take a longer ride, for they might not lead you to a assuring finish line or a never ending roller-coaster ride, that may or may not be a goody good or a badly bad one.
Seeing is not always believing, the outer layers to thee skinfold fetish, no matter how sinful sing a parody of the innermost secrets lied beneath. Every next person you sit with, might just be dressed in a false pretentious. The trick is to withstand the graciously repenting fear and to overcome thee. We shall settle down to a figuratively pardoned dust of experiences, witnessing the platonic...subjective to mere quotations of wise aspirations, failing to churn the best.
One could only love oneself if one is assure of being loved, for what one is, in ones struggle to try hard being better, thy shall rescue oneself from the clutches of the irony of less loved and hatred for, thy knows it's hard to be in a troublesome fit of trying hard to rearrange oneself, out bursting to a world of misfit.
This heart looks for the excuses to say no, but this heart doesn't agree to any prohibitions I want to meet you and rebel against my own self. There is fire left in me still, try it. I'm giving myself to you (to do as you wish with me) O beloved, O beloved... - Anonymous
Better is just a metaphor to an inner perspective, though it's hard to snuggle in and creep to thy innermost being, best may be miles apart, unless and until it's not an over clouded vague perspective of the subjective approach in a hope of not falling again for a delusional appearance, taking it for guaranteed every time.
We often fall prey to, and keep up with a stubborn necessity of what comes to us, infatuated to thy fanciful mirage in fondness as a companion for thy does not want to be a loner anymore. Hold on to your horses before you take a longer ride, for they might not lead you to a assuring finish line or a never ending roller-coaster ride, that may or may not be a goody good or a badly bad one.
Seeing is not always believing, the outer layers to thee skinfold fetish, no matter how sinful sing a parody of the innermost secrets lied beneath. Every next person you sit with, might just be dressed in a false pretentious. The trick is to withstand the graciously repenting fear and to overcome thee. We shall settle down to a figuratively pardoned dust of experiences, witnessing the platonic...subjective to mere quotations of wise aspirations, failing to churn the best.
One could only love oneself if one is assure of being loved, for what one is, in ones struggle to try hard being better, thy shall rescue oneself from the clutches of the irony of less loved and hatred for, thy knows it's hard to be in a troublesome fit of trying hard to rearrange oneself, out bursting to a world of misfit.
This heart looks for the excuses to say no, but this heart doesn't agree to any prohibitions I want to meet you and rebel against my own self. There is fire left in me still, try it. I'm giving myself to you (to do as you wish with me) O beloved, O beloved... - Anonymous
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