The beating moments tellthe waves of truth
I belie every another second
It says and speaks
what I believe hard
truth takes another forms
I struggle to find
staggering feet
unsavoury heart
I shadow my own path
live otherwise
want to smile
keep the constant of you
I know the combine
too hostile
to the tunes
of the moments
my sticky heart
and me
never see
eye to eye
where are your eyes
it asks often
I remain
in a search
least defined to me
to find alibi in you
you're breaking your head on stones
I do wonder
whether
if stones have heart
may be
but not for me
I live in paradoxes
some spelt
another too existential
but all tuned
to the wavelengths
emanating from your aura
I do whisper
what's the hell about
but I do remain
in the same hell
time comes
I call it seconds
of my life
you feel
the flowers are for the diminishing fews
I wonder
to find me
in that diminishing fews
with a heart
full of wishes
making roses
on the concretes of slippery heart
hoping to win hearts
with a heart
not of mine
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