My infatuation meter is
on the fritz
It hasn't worked
since the reading of you
When I come in contact
with others,
no sort of result is
produced
The spark inside
has finally died,
and you're the one who drenched it
in crocodile tears -- claiming you're too weak
to face your fears...it's like looking
at a reflection of
myself this year...
We could have battled them all
together
But instead we're settled to
friends of fair-weather
I am the one who is suffering;
for
still today, you appear
in my dreams
Decades from now,
I envision my
solitary conquest:
Success;
from recording my innards
I've always repressed
And of course,
an unfilled void, I fear not
to attest
All because that spark
inside me remained
unaddressed
But I have no more patience
or time to invest
in a folly; I'll rid
of my broken meter I
now detest
It died with you, now perhaps
your memory too
may be finally
laid to rest
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 9:46 PM UTC
My infatuation meter is
on the fritz
It hasn't worked
since the reading of you
When I come in contact
with others,
no sort of result is
produced
The spark inside
has finally died,
and you're the one who drenched it
in crocodile tears -- claiming you're too weak
to face your fears...it's like looking
at a reflection of
myself this year...
We could have battled them all
together
But instead we're settled to
friends of fair-weather
I am the one who is suffering;
for
still today, you appear
in my dreams
Decades from now,
I envision my
solitary conquest:
Success;
from recording my innards
I've always repressed
And of course,
an unfilled void, I fear not
to attest
All because that spark
inside me remained
unaddressed
But I have no more patience
or time to invest
in a folly; I'll rid
of my broken meter I
now detest
It died with you, now perhaps
your memory too
may be finally
laid to rest
Revised and retitled version of "Your memory may be finally laid to rest."
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