After a hard day’s
Toil, a plumber
Craves peaceful slumber.

Do the heavens and earth.
Know that forbidden fruit tastes sweetest?
Why then not fill our hearts with detest
Instead of a hungry curiosity
That seldom rests
Until fully and
Exhaustively
Satisfied beyond mere speculation.

She got my heart
Inflamed
But won’t arrest the fire.

Nestled in halo of the
Moonlit sky
Two hearts tangoed.

How long can i keep the demons at bay?
How long can i keep the thoughts away?
How soon till i finally break?
How much of this can i take?

How am i not used to this yet?
How am i still alive?
How come he died instead of me?
How come it couldn't have been me?

Because we all know he is wanted around,
so it would be more suiting for him to be alive
not me.