Oxymoron
Oh how the tides washed up a love hate situation to shore X and Y axis; the postwar scatter plot of my scatterbrain Yearning after loathing the realization of pain Mistakes meet corrections Odds need even Remember that the bitter sweet bleeding will forever mend itself Only the opulent memories are shrouded by poor choices rooted within myself Nullification and creation; the vicious cycle of the universe we live in













