At a Whim

Absence bloats the heart

And in come change, resentment, traits endearing no more

Dreams hurt and heal depending on whim,

Asking your graces and the universe for ideal

But pride desire selfish desire block true meaning

like books written with intentions good get skewed by the human psyche

And a fall-apart concept

Gets fel’n apart.

Mercy and want get no say in this world of say,

And true things get played with to a beyond beyond.

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