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Bitter Love

by Christopher Shin

Black hearted fool
the darkest moment
makes the world smile
and shake their head.

I smirk as swear to
the loins that drive
a boy crazy over the
gazelles that leap
so gracefully.

I smile as celluloid
that embraces the heart
of all Venus's great
power.

I struggle each day
to find a piece of me,
and the ideals of
the happy conclusion.

All I wish for is an
enchanting voice to
whisper songs of
contentment into my
deaf ears.

And then the biting
feeling of Cupid takes
a hold of my small soul.
And I am lost again.

Yet I doubt I will be
young enough to feel
it or witness it again.
So I sit and stare out
into the blue skies
and dark nights hoping.

04/30/2009

Posted on 05/01/2009
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/01/09 at 08:55 AM

I know for a fact I'm not young enough. "I struggle each day to find a piece of me, and the ideals of the happy conclusion." This I know from my own insides, too. Resonation.

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