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Flyweight
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IP:
Topical: Paradise Lost
I remember walking, on a trivial boardwalk of condescension
Contemplating my comprehension…of first impressions
Passing my past blessings, I second-guess my destination
Estimations overwhelmed my over-obsessive temptations
Questions came through in waves, in a stalker’s behavior
If I didn’t try to be a savior, maybe than I could save her
She wasn’t flavor of the week, even though she was unique
Used to speak of this walk, when others critiqued her physique
It was a threatening technique but it worked with diligence
Intense suspense came to contempt as she promoted defense
I was only trying to protect, paradise from being polluted
But when an angel’s voice is muted, disputes are recruited
Our thoughts commuted and clashed leaving me vanquished
We attended a banquet she hated, leaving me fortune faded
I invaded her personal space, as guys degraded my existence
Just then, the wind off the shoreline assisted my condition
…It pushed my inhibitions
…………………………..off the palisades cliffs.
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I saw her. The cherub that used to enlighten my nightmares
Right there, sharing a soda with a man who just might care
My eyes flared with fiery compassion to bring a rise from agony
Raising the white flag in me, the devil turns over to speak to me.
Resigns his position to those who condemn their souls for revenge
And engrave it in a gem so they can propose a role to avenge
Pretending to be in love, rejection came brutally unexpected
My arteries flexed and clogged up to bring gluttony with excess,
Tested arrestment, as I turned I learned a lesson on the nice spot
On the boardwalk, I made a precise stop, went to exchange thoughts
…which paradise lost.
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I knew I could’ve provided better…than that man from the banquet
But as I went to drop my obsession into her casket…
.................................................. .It remained labeled “Vacant.”
And that was the last time I ever saw paradise. With the man from the banquet. I then realized that I didn’t lose paradise at all.
…Paradise lost her.
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Spilled Inc.
-I write my dreams on a foggy window and watch them slowly fade away.-
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