A juxtaposed summer sunA Poem by fattycbreezy52sun and agony go hand in handI was never so good at the law of being static or still. The sun is burning with all its might and I am dying. Dying slowly like an executioner chopping off my head with a horrible axe. I love these executioners;they have a pair of mesmerising eyes hidden behind those grim,black masks. I dreamt of looking into his eyes one day ;but the vision collapsed. I am wearing the agony like the only cloth which has been frayed and teared apart I have already ripped the soothing satin against my delicate skin. I am immuned to my pain and compliments of the world which are a holy s**t in disguise They say devil always comes in a disguise;yet he has his own charms. The sun is over my head,but i can feel it on my face. The making of valves is a dying art I am a moribund basking in the abundant sunlight Which follows me like a bunch of annoying paparazzi. I can remember that tiny rabbit-hole where we used to make out The hole which was a miniature,but sufficed in the process of making love. Your fingers curled around the slimness of my waist And played with my messy, mahogany hair. If everything is finished so abruptly What is my fault? I never committed the blunder of creating such a bewitching hole, Which would punch you and me in the face ultimately. My sun is lost and hidden somewhere amidst those pitch-black clouds The unilluminated atmosphere and sparks of desire have juxtaposed momentarily to provide me a sense of insubstantial reassurance.
© 2015 fattycbreezy52Author's Note
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StatsAuthorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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