The Crone

January 8, 2000



As you bloom in youth all I could is but hold on,
From a sight that brings spasms of wanting;
In times that make me seem so old and feel my age,
A manipulating crone of bestial needs;
Ever helpless in this emotion that awakens;
To need the moments I could be touched,
by your gaze of promises and caresses of want.
To believe as if you feel the same passions;
But to know that this,
Is but a fleeting and all lying truth.




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Amiel Gerald A. Roldan™
Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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