Your words come out with fragrance
A beckoning incense, a trap
You move in superb refinement
With deceiving affection, an alluring act.

At no forbearance, I’ve fallen
Failing fortitude, in trance.
Your eyes agleam
As tempted, enticed at hand.

But in a flip of a coin, desertion in sight
A sudden turmoil, strife unfolds
Fading fervor, doomed zeal
The heinous comes forth.

Melvie Gomez

I am never in between. I enjoy my monochromatic self in the vividness of this world.

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