His affection rushes wickedly,
Like pestilence, through my veins
The lilts of his venomous voice
Sending my heart into a frenzy
But he vanishes into oblivion
As quickly as he came
And I am expected to implore,
To pander, and ******
Lest I lose the chance of reunion;
The sliver of good fortune
One that promises idyllic nights,
Iridescent moonbeams on skin
That's how my parents started
The young days teeming with hope
Which soon shriveled into bitterness
And vacuous, dejected nights
With one glance, I see my folly
This caricature of love
This twisted travesty to life
I jettison the nonsense and bid goodnight
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
His affection rushes wickedly,
Like pestilence, through my veins
The lilts of his venomous voice
Sending my heart into a frenzy
But he vanishes into oblivion
As quickly as he came
And I am expected to implore,
To pander, and ******
Lest I lose the chance of reunion;
The sliver of good fortune
One that promises idyllic nights,
Iridescent moonbeams on skin
That's how my parents started
The young days teeming with hope
Which soon shriveled into bitterness
And vacuous, dejected nights
With one glance, I see my folly
This caricature of love
This twisted travesty to life
I jettison the nonsense and bid goodnight
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