The O.N.S
Surrendering plans, the dreamer awakes
fantasies are possibilities, there are no stakes.
Losses and wins, catches and misses
now long abandoned with all the misplaced kisses.
Wanderlust youth, just existing and not being
drunk on a love that’s only deceiving.
Reaching out for hands that were never there,
they lay wasted in the one night stand’s flair .
Eyes refuse to meet, scared they would all reveal;
warmth seeking bodies, now as cold as steel,
craving simple assurances - be there no sorrow,
let this be the beginning, a promise of a tomorrow.
Bated breaths fill the unaccustomed space
as the guilty ego and satiated desire set the pace
for malicious games of the hunter and it’s prey,
set up to the lead the souls in this union astray
The weaker link gets trapped in the facades-
novel moments strengthening them against all odds.
Red memories created in a mystical grey haze
Blue nightmares now fuel the woe’s golden blaze.
Freeze the search for reason behind lost meanings
carefully tread through imminent dealings
shush the voice that tells you otherwise,
for these conquests come without a prize.
Revel in the game played, raise no hope
let the numbness be the glass-lined rope
guiding you to the ambiguous conclusion -
someday, you shall decipher this illusion.
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