A Spasmodic Puberty

by RedDeadShore   Mar 5, 2008


Distinguishing the very own eyes of tenderness,
But then feeling the guilt and crushing wretchedness.
Life on an up and down scale of an emotion field,
But with no guard your knocked back for having no shield,
The wonderful thoughts throughout the mind,
The motility of love and pain can be unkind,
Your undying heart loves the buzzing flirt,
Ceaseless shuns and pure neglect can hurt.

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