Her rhythm enthralled one’s nonchalance
I, who do not believe—
Would deify those golden lips if I have the chance
Indelible heart she caused is forgivable
Thus, dwindling warmth doesn’t bring full frigidity
As my devotion would hold this exuberant feeling, ineffable.

Her affirmative language spoke to my flirtation
Theories of firsts, I am confined with reverie
The subject on my amatory—
Poems that for every second I spend denies inanity
So peculiar that made it even better.

I might start to learn how to pray
As my perfidious nature belied my affection
Pardon my masqueraded actions on the edge of perceptibility
Such Virgil’s Aeneid, ad astra, the sweetest con
Aeternum amor I wish upon.

Someday in cosmos, our strings will intertwine
To whelve beside my grave rather than cry,
“I love you,” don’t act surprised
More than she could ever know, on my knees, and pinky
On the altar, with all my will
I choose her poetically, religiously.

Never have I ever been chosen
such picking petals: loves-me-not,
always ending up even;
ironic for someone who's odd

He’s so good at convincing people
how unfair to believe thy words-so-simple
“Mr. So-pure” forbade to touch
by min fingertips that bring grudge.

Proud of his ignorance,
seems like cause of my arrogance.
While his burden fell into quiescence
yet I hear it, so loud.

Those who are deaf will never get my nerve.
'Cause no one can, no one ever did.
One shall pick the dagger over me,
Not to be the hero but my enemy.

Laying underneath the shades of cold
I, myself, ran out of gold
Saying words out of nowhere
Tale of a poet, died, left no single prayer
Epiphanic sequence I quite recall
Nauseous, realizing I was the fool in fable
Idealistic body found by the same soul
Nuts if I beg to end it all
Got each clue, boxed to compel the call

Hereby he conduct the postmortem
Eulogized as nothing to show ’em
All of the saboteurs, moaning and grinning
Raising their voices — caused killing
Ivy outgrew, covered and itching
No one heard him ’til one evening
Gained nothing; lost everything — thereupon never ending

Sweetest merch,
from the start I live to search
thought this time it may go deeper than trench.
The pain and romance, you brought to forge
the urge — forced me to purge.

Passed by me
15th of May, it was sunny
seconds yet it felt twelvemonth — believe me,
how you read me easily and through
when I thought I'd be hard thorough.

Asking the God's above why couldn’t we
if plotted in our destiny, weren't we meant to be?
How for every time with you I feel sorry
as I wrote this poem, unnecessarily
like an asymptote, no matter how close they meet.

Changed your name to hide the surge
realizing — it became a one-sided page to indulge
I couldn’t run to places I’d never been,
if only I could — I would have as I should have been
you deserve better than a man who’s bitter.

My dearest, hinge
even if against the church
I got the perfect vision — I'm yours to be
but you will never be mine; forever to bury
forevermore carved in each of my artery.