Lovesick Rhymes
I gawk at his countenance, By his beam, my heart is replete with recalcitrance, Chiding myself for being goosy My head rebels but I’m giddy. Lost in a labyrinth of “what ifs,” I embrace mirth but not sensing complacent My bohemian soul is not Incessantly vivacious She’s baffled at the world So humongous. I’m in the dreg of my day My grotesque self is grappling with anxiety, I need no snide physiognomy, But desire pure equanimity. He’s my dream that’s not yet true My gregarious ramification But he offers blurring innuendo, If I’m his heart’s gratification.
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