It's flattering to be cradled, Deep within the striations Of your ambiguous heart; Yet, my darling, I'm tired Of the frolicsome madness That chaperones me Whilst I wait for you, In the choking dark. Won't you permit me To suffuse you, instead? For, I'd rather be the hallmark That you proudly display During those basic, Quotidian activities Than be your coveted, Forever secret-- Fortified and frowned upon. Won't you love me, boldly? Self-assuredly? Your courageous soliloquies Signify nil but insipid promises, Fated to be washed away By the insouciant flood. "Flood" #Flood #diwa #yqbaba
