this love i'm in
each time a different truth revealed
the shining poetry of a star concealed
but i see
myself
and each time i withdraw a swollen heart,
a starstruck mind, and spellbound art
with gleaming eyes full of hope
and far-fetched dillusions
of this perpetual future memory confusion
just so certain of this love i'm in
but to deny the fragility within
would be a crime against truth
and each time a different truth revealed
the shining poetry of a star concealed
but i see
myself
'cause reality's subjective
and the truth is
truth is ruthless
no solid ground
no common soul found in
this love i'm in
-by me
each time a different truth revealed
the shining poetry of a star concealed
but i see
myself
and each time i withdraw a swollen heart,
a starstruck mind, and spellbound art
with gleaming eyes full of hope
and far-fetched dillusions
of this perpetual future memory confusion
just so certain of this love i'm in
but to deny the fragility within
would be a crime against truth
and each time a different truth revealed
the shining poetry of a star concealed
but i see
myself
'cause reality's subjective
and the truth is
truth is ruthless
no solid ground
no common soul found in
this love i'm in
-by me
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I like your poem and didn't have time to give it any real attention. It relays some inner conflict, a conflict I can identify with. The reason I think you are crazy and cool is that you are tackling truth and love in the same poem. I can write and have written love poems but never tried truth. It might be because truth is as subjective as reality to me. To me they are the same thing, reality and truth.
Creepy lawer... yikes...
Have a great time out! I am heading back in...