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.