The Cynic Communtity

  Cross the conscience ~Miss A   Came to my mind a thought that I, Wont act with a pout, gonna be polite Seamless and tender, and as much fragile As if the sea could bite me and make me cry. Some rules are made, some regulations are set, Fed to your mentality, what are acts of innocence? Explained briefly what boundaries one shall never cross, Determines what bounds you, when you’re foolish and so high. Restricted, forbidden, spells of the creep, Ain’t a comparison to the concussion of the steep, Steep stairs that leads to animosity towards yourself And you climbed up the ladder willingly hurting that self, Which you loved so much more than any other No possessions worth the cost of that lover. You step over a line, whatever your reason, But you see nothing unfair, lands all same like ever. It’s only until later you figure out what grim bestowed Was an abstract persecutor, burning you deep inside If pain killers actually sympathized with your heart Maybe they’

  ❁ ❁ ❁ Eight of my Mistakes All in the name of you . -Miss A Don’t know what to say, For it’s been over so many years, That I can’t count it on my fingers Yet, even with all the dilemma That you’d put me through I still take it for the best. Eight of my mistakes, All in the name of you. The first once doesn’t even need to be said So obvious I can’t lie, attraction Take a aim, even a bad shot arrow Can hit a bull’s-eye, closeness is just the same But in the name of jokes and confidence. But confidences are not one to one News flows, and flows to you, you know it all I’m thankful, for your approach, can’t pronounce lucky. The second once that comes around is faith Even when you know, they are all formalities, To them, nothing like a fire burns inside You make a collage with torn fragments of paper A waste in it’s right, then you glue them together. You look at it and call a masterpiece, Like a polished perfect realistic cat in a painting, You pet it, you c