Pessimism Born Anguish
There is nothing I would not do to assuage
all in you slipping deprived and love awry.
I focus my wishes to diminish your anguish,
to remind you of our perfect designed kisses;
their puckery allure secured our lover’s map
and tapped our wants to ever stay like that.
As a thief, your pessimism slowly robs all
that only tomorrow’s motive may absolve.
Please think of time's appetency to prove
atrocious growls and fussy scowls reduce
to absolutely no substantially lived truth.
I want more romantic years of auspicious
sunrises that entwine you with optimistic.
... CayCay
October 30, 2019
Contest: Crazy A’s: anguish, awry, auspicious, atrocious, assuage, appetency, allure, absolve
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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