The tender hoax
The tender hoax (04-05-2020)
Some people take risks for love, usually women. It is very miserable and sad, because love is a tender hoax. But … This is life, it is unpredictable, and it hosts no mistakes of others, but your own, bitter and sweet. So, go on, reach out your hand. There will be the light at the end of the tunnel – the only true value – HONESTY. You will surely touch upon it some rainy day.
Make sure, to never let it go, not as I always do. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
I wait for the day
My rainy and gloomy
With chills, in the gray
That constantly sue me
With tireless waving
Towards an astray
I’m desperately craving
Your honest display
My fearless gladness
A poisonous snake
My elegant blackness
Your blunder mistake
Is always a puzzle
To bitter my heart
Why treacherous hustle
Is prudently smart
At risking it all
The white, into black
Dismaying the stall
Of orderly stack
Of wishes, your pleasant
I seem disapprove
With mind, effervescent
To blacken the move