Fill my heart with sweetness And gauge our breadth of love. And write a melody Of you and I engulfed in waves Of serendipity. Write a sonnet filled with words That speak of our oblivion To all the hurting loneliness That dwells and thrives inside.
Remind me of the times before In which I knew you not, When all was well but all was hell Within the scatters of myself That lay upon the stage Splayed out for judgement day.
Remind me of the times before In which I knew you not, When I would sell my heart unknowing Of the pain that was to follow.
Remind me of the times to come In which I love you not, When I'll let go of all of this mess And cease to cause further distress.