Many have been drunk,
lost, crazy, and flunked,
on an unexplainable bliss called love.
What it means?
No one can define.
This ecstacy can be destructive
To wise men, fools, anyone
Who extremely gamble without knowing
How embracing or deadly the outcome will be.
The world, a carnival of varieties.
And love, a bright toy crane machine.
The overpowering urge,
To grab and hold tight
On that tempting eye candy.
Even if you go home bloody.
A dozen times it will slip off
That mini metal hand,
And in a second,
Another coin is sacrificed.
For another chance to hold
The eye candy you long to have.
Every chance you miss,
More and more penny sacrifices made.
Until you’re left with nothing
But an empty dusty pocket.
You may end up smiling,
Departing, holding the precious thing
Or keep staring, longing, wanting to own
The love that resisted your metal touch,
And stayed in the cage.
Keeping it as a barrier
Away from you and your insides.
The end could never be foretold
At the beginning of a mysterious journey of trial.
Until the sand glass is filled,
Will you see your own self
Rise or fall at the foot of this ongoing ecstacy.
To some, a suffering they withstand for fulfillment and satisfaction
And to some, a rocky path or rainbows.
That you would want to live with
FOREVER AND EVER.
ficklemouthed. 