The truth is, you learn a little more about yourself every-time someone says goodbye.

Sometimes,she be the cruelest of the cruels,
such be the meadows of her moods by and by the seasons .
When by rain,she's the cornucopia of aromatic love ,the dew touches the hearts .
She forgets but I blame not since she forgets to forgive .
A widow, forever in white who married not ever even
Decades later she goes such
Similar and similar

Nights when the Sun bereaves
The moon in between the graveyardshifts
He is boundless enlightening her
While her baits are never unleashed
Moon,"A Midas touch,
Burns who touches him as me.
He's the Anno Domini worshipped,
While I'm a mere eclipse.
Perennially furious,
I stare at him."

Under you pockets deep,
Has dwindled your wishes' screech.
Watch out,
Let me get you a mirth very meek.

Just to breathe your exhaled,
Makes me respirate with twice the pace .
Should I torch my lungs ?
In the offence of this illicit way .
To be under your roof ,
Supposed to have suffocated me !