Scorn

I’m in love with things unseen,
with things untold;
that will never be

When fairy-tales had endings,
and we knew not all was lost:
when truths were blindly accepted,
and we never knew the cost.

We could dare to dream,
dare to feel
before bandages would start to peel.

Surrounding others, those that are
shall get their happy ending;
will not need to scrape remains
of hearts that do need mending.

I’m in love with things forgotten,
the unloved,
and the rotten.

Happiness and solitude;
they repel hand-in-hand
to comprehension’s greatest task –
to make others understand.

I’m in love with lovers be:
with what they know,
and how they see.

A Lucky Charm: fortune I bring
to all bodies around,
but my irony of existance
will continue with no sound.

I’m in love with hate and spite,
with arguements,
and who is right.

But most of all, my love is hate:
I love the hate i hate to feel,
I hate the love: which love is real??

Scorn

Tiatheflea

Eureka, Australia

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