Cynically Candour

Gagged my heart with a hundred lies,

With the truths near, yet held far,

Once a while they gush and meet,

For the, they collide, frolic, then recede.

The vines of the creeper dangling before me,

Are my words, feelings and desires unvoiced,

They hang there heavy and down,

Unable to join the prancing zephyr,

Yearns for that warm embrace to hold and grow,

Sees it atop a little brave efforts, and a leap of faith and rush,

So close yet to far to embrace and rejoice,

To get to the zenith of pleasure and space,

Just that step ahead into passion deep,

Yet this fear like a frost on the heart,

A confusion like wanderer's tenets,

This mystifying state of the sky above,

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