In time, in time, it comes to be,
This world is just too much for me.
I see stars and summer night skies,
But no hearts that it applies.

All respect,
And reverence due,
Eyes inspect,
A madness for two.
With confused intention,
And pigs with flight,
I want your attention,
With only one light.

Pictures in words, vibrantly so,
All in rhyme is apropos.
Alas, my love, my heart, my lie,
Torn asunder, regrettably wry.

The road, once one, becomes two.
They split and a choice is made
To live or die,
Withered and writhe,
It becomes you.

A heart, but fragile, is made anew.
Uncertain, unheld, I am afraid,
To live a lie,
Riddled with strife,
And madness for two.

Desires felt, and emotions to rue,
All in time, they had forbade.
To live by and by,
Coupled with indifferent blithe,
Deficio defero with you.

I need you here, but I don't want to.
I don't want to see you fade,
To live and lie,
Baffled by the compromise,
I still just want you.

Of eager looks & charming hooks,
As lovers wrought in heavy books.
A glance of love for puerile days,
For children lost in starry gaze.
Youth and fervor, now cast aside,
But time since past this thrilling ride.
A time, a time, what murderous time.
Pacing forth within dull rhyme.
Poems written to tell tall tales,
But none to help what fails.
A heart with words that can't deliver,
The game she plays to go with her.

Words can't describe, and rhythm won't define,
Because this is intoxication of the worst kind.
With thoughts, and dreams of inimitable horror,
Falling faster, going lower and lower,
Reimagining disaster, in propia persona,
A life since led with a lifeless chroma.

The pain so great, unbearably wrought,
Ages are past, with heavy wars fought.
Buried so deep, within a heart fueled by steam.
Of Lies, and slander-- it is not what it may seem.
It's okay, I'm okay, We're okay, only okay.
It won't be true, not in the least, but it's what I say.

For friends are burdens kept, your desires held true,
I'll die every time, sink with each word, if but for you.

In this seat, this faltering row,
A heart since sunk, fallen so low.
Low to new depths, of trenches so deep,
Its love, relentless, left to keep.
Unreturned, immaterial fervor,
He has no choice, but yet to love her.

Alas, but this, the unkind breath,
The coup de grace to give me rest.
A thought so ******, so lavishly said.
Proposal in lieu, enough to comprehend.
I know, I know, it's lovingly so,
All but a threat to the world that we know.

To love again, grow ripe together,
To share our lives, our lust, and splendor.
A dream I've had, an idea at best,
Supposedly so; uncertainty detest.

Alas, a life so picturesque,
A heart so low in recompense.
In warmer weather, by and by,
A grass more green of which to lie,
Let it be, fortuitous blunder,
Of rhyme, or rhythm, and heartened wonder.
This reverie, or dreams of life,
The source of my perennial strife.
To want, to be, the least of these,
One that's fit, but for a King,
My heart adorned by your decree.
As beautiful as life can be,
The paint to spill upon your canvas,
Of blues and green by which to span this.

Vibrant expanse, a lovers tryst,
This world unknown, but yet to miss.