Here’s the thing…

Semi-bitten nails,

Established mateship,

Reflected frames,

Undistinguished coldness.

Restrained boisterousness,

Swayed footings,

Creeping neighbours,

Unfamiliar garlands.

Familiar anonymity,

Recognisable alcoholism,

Fixed fringes,

Unconscious dismals. 

Forced personas,

Repeated joyfulness,

Enunciated greetings,

Undesirable aggression.

Forced apprehensions,

Projected melancholy,

Yearning yesteryears,

Unconceivable abysmal.

Though, here’s the thing…

Glorified expectations,

Identifiable strengths,

Recognised beauty,

Undesirable aggression.

Forced meals,

Adulterated conversation,

Realised wholesome.

Unrequested sadness.

Impatient ambitions,

Ambiguous aspirations,

Insecure thoughtfulness,

Undesired hopelessness.

Inundated thoughts,

Chilled expectations,

Solitary rants,

Unrealised love.

Joyous laughter,

Instantaneous melancholy,

Ascribable amicability,

Indescribable wholesomeness.

Though here’s the thing….

....love is unhindered.