Just Forget It Buddy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 15, 2018

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You might have sprinkled the most opulent fragrance of holistic sandalwood on even the most infinitesimal pore of your body; since a countless moments before the crackle of fugitive dawn,

You might have profusely pursed your lips with the most rhapsodically ecstatic sugarcane juice; till the time they radiated a majestically perpetual scarlet,

You might have adorned your wrists with the most spell-bindingly royal wrist-watch; whose untamed effervescence could singlehandedly illuminate the complexion of the ghoulishly frigid night,

You might have brandished the most blazingly fearless sword on your countenance; unflinchingly portraying you to be a true soldier of your sacrosanct mother soil,

But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn't  beat for you; then do whatever conceivable you could; dress so dynamically that the fathomless sky irrefutably blended with threadbare ground; and she'd still commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love and marry you.

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You might have embellished your eyelashes with a mascara so overwhelmingly
sensuous; that even the most treacherously dumb stones sprang to vivaciously
enamoring life,

You might have scrubbed your skin with the most stringent antiseptic; making it glow more brilliantly than the blistering afternoon Sun,

You might have developed your muscles more effusively than the most indomitably towering mountain peaks; as they came the unrelenting desire of every nubile maiden alive,

You might have adorned your charismatic persona in the most fashionably awe-inspiring denim suit; with an aura of unceasing silk ubiquitously diffusing from your pricelessly exquisite demeanor,

But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn't beat for you; then do whatever conceivable you could; dress so enchantingly that even the most languidly barren patches in sky showered torrential rain; and she'd still commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love and marry you.


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You might have uninhibitedly rolled in a river of Olive Oil; to marvelously accentuate each cranny of your countenance; to the most unprecedentedly enthralling limits,

You might have unsurpassably  fudged your nape with the costliest chains of gold and silver; twinkling like a resplendently gregarious star even in the most cadaverously blackened night,

You might have sequestered your bohemian feet within the most luxuriously regale ivory shoes; engendering the earth to thunder as you gloriously marched in  impeccable integrity,

You might have shielded the whites and blacks of your eyes with the most
magnetically pristine shades of Sun glass; through which the entire planet appeared as an insuperably compassionate romantic mist,

But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn't beat for you; then
do whatever conceivable you could; dress so triumphantly that every miserably incarcerated ingredient of the atmosphere liberated towards eternal freedom; and she'd still commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love and marry you.

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You might have swirled the hair on your scalp to such unbelievably remarkable degrees of jazzy contemporariness; that every eyeball as you wandered on the streets; stayed agglutinated towards you for times immemorial,

You might have galloped in such lightening fast cars; that the pulse of every exuberant girl on this planet; felt like climaxing to its best in the land of celestially unfettered paradise,

You might have sung such inimitable tunes of effulgent melody; that even the
most salacious trace of despairing prejudice in bereaved quarter of mother earth; metamorphosed into a garden of mesmerizing newness,

You might have entwined such an unimaginably fascinating snake leather belt
in your trouser; that the most enviably tantalizing damsels on this globe; obeisantly bowed down to even the most ethereal of your commands,

But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn't beat for you; then you could do whatever conceivable you could; dress so handsomely that the planet outside felt bizarrely naked without a cloth on its body; and she'd still commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love and marry you.


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