In vested love

The rush was too much to handle in that moment,

and the spark was just about lingering around in the space,

captured, and recognized what it was and for whom,

it’s just the authenticity of the feeling that was the question.

The movements were far too shallow, that’s what the image shaped,

it might just be the afterthought of a heavy onslaught of love,

too much, asked, and replied, no but then the extent was far fetched,

deaf tones, ringing and buzzing in the ear, still remind of her.

Ways to feel the vibes & ways to feel the fun,

it was all that he imagined for her grace,

hidden deep within, the emotions were always on the run,

she let the things unknown, busy in her own haze.

Drunk was the ocean, sinking was the left note on the table,

point after point, the assurances left a doubting scar on the love,

time was never enough to let go of the vested soul,

and when it all started, the fun was limited by the thought of the end.