Yeah, the tip melts and trickles down- The memory filter remembers the highest point- Even if the heat became so intense- You kissed it with all your muster- You are the lover- You can’t tout your worth loudly in defense- Its essence only in whispers- It melts around and into- The sacred peace, the solo path- You know the lessons- Shape the perfect love inside- Careful loneliness- Is decided- You can confide- The perfect truth- Was when you last left yourself- Only then did you realize- The conflicts you inhabit- Were knocking the door, from the outside-
Reason for writing:
This poem is one big metaphor, and it sounds like pieces of a puzzle that hopefully create one final picture. I hope you can see it.
Birth sign: Libra
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