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Immoculate
On the quest for love, She Immolates her heart.
Only to feel the pressure of a heart in a bottle.
For the one she loves, barely hearts her back.
Love could be sweet, but be careful of its spikes.
Be not swift to assume feelings that may be impotent.
For in the end, it may bite you in a place you least expect.
A torn flower is torn at a place of emission.
It works like a charm on a loving heart to bring repulsion.
For an unsuspecting foe is magnetised to the flower.
She wished, but it was cut short in an untimely moment.
Thanks to her blind eyes that wished for what was in space.
For the partner was a hardhearted individual prone to shatter.
The pieces of her heart could not be moulded back by wishes.
She felt a fool for loving with all her tresses.
For she swore never to make love her mantra.
Now, she exchanged her heart for stones.
Missing forgiveness in a heartbeat.
For the pain has dried like a scar-face.
© favody
Only to feel the pressure of a heart in a bottle.
For the one she loves, barely hearts her back.
Love could be sweet, but be careful of its spikes.
Be not swift to assume feelings that may be impotent.
For in the end, it may bite you in a place you least expect.
A torn flower is torn at a place of emission.
It works like a charm on a loving heart to bring repulsion.
For an unsuspecting foe is magnetised to the flower.
She wished, but it was cut short in an untimely moment.
Thanks to her blind eyes that wished for what was in space.
For the partner was a hardhearted individual prone to shatter.
The pieces of her heart could not be moulded back by wishes.
She felt a fool for loving with all her tresses.
For she swore never to make love her mantra.
Now, she exchanged her heart for stones.
Missing forgiveness in a heartbeat.
For the pain has dried like a scar-face.
© favody
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