RUTHLESS JUSHUA D.

RAMOS
Stem12b4

GAME
Traversing through,
oblivious, which is true?
Busy lives and perhaps
with changing minds.
sh – lt
First clear, warmth.
All the chasm of cold metaphors
stood then to fire,
shattered, we were afire.

A worthwhile undertaking, Second push, a plea.

loving shades of longing, Legends tell the alpha,
living with the armful pain your disappearance convey omega.
of a so-called ruthless game. Thoughts of burdens – faults.

Time fades, Third momentum, not a word.

promises hurts and bleeds, Mosaic wrecked hearts,
and all we know echoes pushing through a force,
is touch and go. love that should embody – certainty.

Promises go up in lights, Now were walking through again,

like love living in the casts, with warmth, a plea, not a word.
splashed in the new front page, Taking time, we’re in set and fixed,
dashing opulence and eminence. equating words into promises
‘till were greying, old and decayed.