He is bald
Plain to my eyes
Sublime in local geniality
The garden he claims
Taimed in distress
Of the coming winter
I fear the tears
Sudden regret
For his' long forgotten trials
Forced to steep so low
Forward but below
Entrenched in sweet tasting anguish
His' body hard and unmotivated
The Sculpture of obsession
Must be completed with stubborn muscle
I seem to torment him
My love becoming
A betrayal of our lust
Battles commence
Volcanic eruptions
Shake the house of ruin
He never seems to trust me
My compassionate actions
Bring forth pork chops
The meal
Is shared
Beside each other
Without Sight
We fight against
White picket fences
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
He is bald
Plain to my eyes
Sublime in local geniality
The garden he claims
Taimed in distress
Of the coming winter
I fear the tears
Sudden regret
For his' long forgotten trials
Forced to steep so low
Forward but below
Entrenched in sweet tasting anguish
His' body hard and unmotivated
The Sculpture of obsession
Must be completed with stubborn muscle
I seem to torment him
My love becoming
A betrayal of our lust
Battles commence
Volcanic eruptions
Shake the house of ruin
He never seems to trust me
My compassionate actions
Bring forth pork chops
The meal
Is shared
Beside each other
Without Sight
We fight against
White picket fences
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