She was a symphony of sonorous phrases Resonating off my blank walls She clutched her vibrant set of words Like crayons to colour in my lines
She made me beautiful with her poetic eloquence She made me complete with her florid taste She wrote me into her enigmatic songs Which I mistook for love in haste
Slowly, her speech became psittacism Her endearment became animosity But her fallacious incantations transfixed my gaze And I was caught in her blind idolatry
The poison in her insidious words Tore through my skin and tissue Overwhelmed my immunity As she recited an amused eugloy