The times of the rhyming sensations are ceased, <br />It's no surprise evil love has deceased <br />My heart is a chamber with limited space, <br />Indifference got all my feelings erased. <br /> <br />Frail fibre is used to the memories' blade, <br />My thirst for your love is about to fade, <br />Deceiving myself is revealing the truth, <br />The pain of desire is easy to soothe. <br /> <br />Two opposite planets, two opposite spheres, <br />Both ruled by denying just being sincere <br />Will never be one due to different laws. <br />I have to accept it the way that it goes. <br /> <br />Sincerity stands for the lack of control, <br />And love never even existed at all. <br />So what does my poetry speak of, indeed? <br />Old scars are deprived of the pleasure to bleed.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sincerity-9/
