Fires and forests and bright eyes of tigers,
Snow and cities and dull eyes of strangers.
Of the mind and of the soul is my own,
Of the lips and of the eyes is your throne.
Despair and depression of my own mind,
Hopeful and joyful are your god-like smiles.
Nights so cold filled with god-awful nightmares,
Days so hot filled with your devilish heat,
A whole days' worth of **** figures of speech!
You have introduced me to poetry,
I fell and I got shot and I just died.
A poem of falling in love, falling out of love, falling in despair, falling out of hope and antagonizing my everyday. But one thing remains, you introduced me to poetry, dear, and that is irreplaceable. I might have stopped loving you, but I am in love. With poetry, that is.
