Lost in my mind,

then after losing my heart.

My stress became arrested,

not of days. . .

into things I cannot,




Only to exercise my 

submission to you.

Coz I know you do know

what it means,

to treat me as not,

to treat me as a,

yet I can only see your eyes

can not see me.

As I am now,

only for you to see me

as I were.

If we are to live like so,

I dunno.


®Artsydhude 97-19



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A place of whimsical concepts of wasted rhyme and time. welcome to insanities of life thru lense of tensed rhyme and metre

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