You can just tell
Yah know?
We speak in rhythms,
Passionate, fortified rhythms but
often misaligned.
I won't be blind to our truth, no
but don’t expect me to bask in some
Wonderland.
Defective perfection,
A ghastly unfortunate paradox and
A laden aura unlike any other.
My soul aches to ripen
so very desperately
But this love has taken it’s
Toll.