INSPIRATIONAL, MISCELLANEOUS, POETRY, STORIES, WORD

UNZIPPED COGNIZANCE

Pulchritudinous,
sometimes I wonder
Is it love or lusting for statuesque.

I will never know.
I’m fading

turning into a cadaver.

Wish I had enough time
to reconnoiter

To understand why you’re lugubrious

all the time

What makes your heart vellicate

Merriment;
This moment is million years past

I wait to be noticed,

or have the feathers of ruinous angel

crown me king.

Life is a mere vision.
Depends on what yours is.

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