ABSTRACT BEGINNING.

When I died for beauty.
I thought she was meant to stay.
I thought, she would bless thy life with happiness and virtue in return.
But that wasn’t the case.
I am a lonely flower.
Well peace in the decorated vessel.
Butter me with dove flower.
But I grew in Eagle’s wings.
When my sight saw naked beauty soul.
Tears filled my eyes.
When the beauty I died for.
Left me at a young.
It wasn’t something I bargained for.
Because I was abstracted in and out.
For thy seeds of selfish pleasure was imbedded in contemplation.
I robbed well, yet I was not accepted.
I danced well, yet I was not accepted.
But instead, my instinct betrayed me.
I am a lifeless soul living in an entity.
I have become a lion that is afraid of a lamb.
I am now an architect of my true vessel,
woven in one piece, from head to hem.
Lost to thyself.
Yes…! I mean, thy true self.
I am a key in the hands of my human Creator.
For the beauty, I died for,
has left me at a young.
I remain my humble self, Cyrinmike.

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