Sounds from the street
The breeze goes with ease
Comes cold, and hot from the heat
The snow takes over
While the flowers are in bloom
A siege, A beauty that will be forever doomed.
This declarations have no nouns, just an adjective from destiny grounds.
My actions have no verbs, just conjunctions that interject my incurred.
Who cares of parts of speech.
Loveliness has no rules, nor reach
Can come upon a provoking breach
Visual eyes and feasting for the beast.
The clarification is mistaken for a rogue, or rake who forever will be forsaken, and doubted for endowment that will be up for the taken.
Blankly hearts seeks desire
Wherever the hearts fire.
A reflection not of me, Narcissus, or existences.
Its inevitable, the reflection of the impossible
This endeavor is unbearable
A novelty, of naivety, a porcelain doll it may be
Yet, is never mistaken for its tender réflexion, and those in doubt will forever speak.
By Nailah D'arcy