Two little asexual birds flocking in B.
Tried to make their own dreams in sea
Was it too late for an another war cry?
Or was it too late to do an another try?
Eighteen cried at midnight, looking stoic
But isn't so meek in her silent nightingale
Was it so late at night that no one needs to yearn?
Or was it so late at afternoon that no one needs to wait?
Little liars coming out of a kissing booth at the carnival
Photographs laid around their precinct of sixty-nine
Nine at summers, five at winters, two at strings, and, another six at springs?
Twenty or more at autumns? What a waste!
Little Naples and Rome are playing 'round by the bay of B and N
Getting their little clementine sickness all over by some sorcery
Ghosting, orbiting all over the manor was a reminiscence of Piave
Wisdom of Solomon and God combined equals Abraham couplet offsprings
Is it bad at least to love and not to be filled with hostility of sexes? Guess so, guess not
At all, a between is preferred generally by a handful heaven
Video? A playback? Broken replay button? A time-lapse of a retrogression? Regression of an awaited peach?
Were they ever a couplet kois? Who would ever know such thing?
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love poems
Poetryi'm inexpressive.. hear my heart soaring cries of the wolf.. want to read what's my mind saying? try to understand me. • these poems might be rhyme schemed, free-verses (depending as well in what kind of type of poetry style i want to make.) and i m...
