Genre: Rhyme, Love, Relationship
Love by Bryan Chan
Do you have morphine?
Cause it hurts just looking at…
Nevermind that
Those lines fall flat
From the actual words
Which one contemplates
When one is inert
To react
In the presence of the proverbial angel
Flawless at every angle
Even the proverbial cripple
Would undeniably be able
To “proverbially” stand for that
A wit as sharp
As the shiniest harp
That has played at my heartstrings
Mozart and Bach
Unfamiliar to my ears
But all so distinguishable
By the fragmented soul
Which attains this heart
This is me
This is he
In love at the seams
It shows in his ability
To abuse his mind
To speak of words
That never exist
In the presence of the girl
As “extrasimpobashalant”
Than his mind can conjure
When in a situation
Such as this
Or in every other time
He thinks of her…
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