Literary attraction,starting point.
Broken bonds,affixed connections.
Library of thoughts,page of affectionate thesis.
The question was asked,she looked away.
She popped like,about to say something.
Vocals restrained,mind play commenced.
Was she trying to excavate,or bury something else,
Is this how question, answered question repeatedly,
Will she keep doing this,as roots and palms dry?
He gazed upon the lake from hill,a picturesque drill
Shadows in the water waves flowing,gyrating hawks above
The shore had nothing,other than sore pores of sand
Emptiness was the matter between,him and her on set
He derived more from silent statement,finding no solution in the very words kept
Time reflected like ages back decades to come,blank stares into her wild eyes he did.
Impatience was brewing,would he get drunk
Would he fault and explode,make her ran for safety
How much longer would he swallow,chunks of ignorance?
She almost read his mind,opened her mouth to speak,
All she spit were mimics,those exact words she had said to them all before,
"Maybe,I do not know,I think so,it deepends."
He walked away from the water site,straight into soft fire
The kind of bravery he exuded,even wisdom questioned,
"What kind of MAN is he?"
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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