Fate is infatuated with Irony

Irony longs for fate

they humor each other

they fall in love every day

until Irony met destiny

and they got a divorce.

A symphony of a thousand violins echos in the background-

The rhythm of your heartbeat shows itself as the only sound-

The lens of reality is your beauty spotlighted-

A perfect match waiting to be ignited-

Chilled to the soul,
frozen to the skull.
Iced to my nerves,
at the very breath
of your unintentional
existential thoughts
spoken towards me.
Your subzero words
bring no heat to my
heart that once was
my whole existence.

Each scribble written dribbles from the pen,

ink trickles as I wiggle until the riddle comes to an end.

It'll be a brittle sickle to the fickle mind

once the little quibble happens again.

Bright, benevolent being

Coated in humbling pride.

Sought after, never seeing

Your purity covered inside

I find it cute: how you giggle

when your smile isn't little

when you hiccup unexpected

or remind me how I was rejected

how you show me what I value

and how you tell me the reasons I have you.

Wherefore does thy inspiration begin

the spirit of an angel cocoons from within

heavenly endowments shower each thought

sparking the art which is all that I've got.