will some one vaccinate me
from this virus of love?
paris is burning
from all my yearning,
yet, you will be my first desire
and my last regret.
let the flames of Armageddon consume me now,
cuz it beats a leisurely death by a thousand cuts.
this ain’t shopping for candy
or a game of Peter losing Wendy
‘tis as real
as illusions get.
these million shards of glass
from the heart you dropped
will not be picked up,
no, no, no.... they will not
to lie here, forever
like a tomb for future lovers to see
below the arches in this soulful park,
where you so casually stopped
locking those delicate hands of yours into mine.
© 2021
Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 9:12 AM UTC
will some one vaccinate me
from this virus of love?
paris is burning
from all my yearning,
yet, you will be my first desire
and my last regret.
let the flames of Armageddon consume me now,
cuz it beats a leisurely death by a thousand cuts.
this ain’t shopping for candy
or a game of Peter losing Wendy
‘tis as real
as illusions get.
these million shards of glass
from the heart you dropped
will not be picked up,
no, no, no.... they will not
to lie here, forever
like a tomb for future lovers to see
below the arches in this soulful park,
where you so casually stopped
locking those delicate hands of yours into mine.
© 2021
the lyrics of Taylor Swift was somewhere in the back of my mind as I was writing this poem