Conditioned To Lie
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Love can't be cloistered; it needs room
to grow in both the heart and soul.
For immature dreams cannot bloom,
when fate levies a heavy toll.
Passion gets extinguished by tears
when lust outweighs being cautious.
And as time resurrects dead fears,
anxiety leaves you nauseous.
Enduring hurt that never stops,
you find yourself wanting to cry.
And misery turns to teardrops
in a world conditioned to lie.
When a moth and flame start their waltz,
desire can burn hotter than fire.
But enamored moths see no faults,
and will court death till they expire.
A flame can only be a flame,
it can't change its natural ways.
And it'll therefore burn without shame
as its spark morphs into a blaze.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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