Thinking Loud


You were urging
yourself to hold my hand
in flames.

Always staying with
cipher to know my price
trading my skill.

Life on the terms
of tall claims, I will
not leave you in the jungle
of horns.

You want to wear
my life, giving your soul.
How would you define the relationship?

A path will not
forget you ever, where you fell
to become a marigold.

Time demands loyalty.
I have no other religion.

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Thinking Loud