Hoisted Heart

falling in love is a risk
I hardly want to seize
pressured passion sans surge
stupored emotions swift purge
littering the trail of decision
all goes gaga per combustion

I just want to watch
eyes sodden in gores
flickering lids pruning the pop

I just want to feel
the torrent of epileptic feelings
in blasé, trudging this capillaries

but I don’t want to love,
though fighting this emotion is tough.
     19:10:25:09:36

Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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