When at first
I gave my heart,
Like when the earth thirst
And the sky weeps a cup
I seemed as a fool,
Trailing in gay to his doom.
Like the willing woods,
Poking to the fire their tongues.
Night and day,
I’ve got a word to say,
But like the day to the storm,
The receiver scoffs.
I ‘no’ what I should ‘yes’
In crave for her ‘yes’,
But seemed there was this auto translator,
That inflected the implications.
Tossed twenty pennies,
Got all but nineteen.
Thought I was wanting
In skills, learnt more, same still.
And now I’m bankrupt,
In patience, skills and love.
No investments would trust.
Who’s even interested in a loan?
At a shore,
As the waves rises and falls,
I prefer a lackluster epoch
Here, to taking a love’s loan.
19:09:07:18:02
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