A New Pact
Pray, why should I write
About your word like some gang
Conspiring demise of love?
Totally wrong though -
Implying friendship;
Making believe we hold hands.
Pleasure is not social, dear,
Always it is self
Coming first to its climax,
Treating friends like property.
Can we make a pact
Overtly different now,
Meaning better than gang life?
Privacy hates crowds
Ambitious with their designs,
Craving its serfdom as love,
Tempting only lust.
Pacts are impersonal
A liitle too dry for me
Console not, I love to risk
Times when I yield love.
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