Setting his sights toward his future as each day goes by observing what's in front of him, as night fall the nostalgia of the twilight his reminiscing has become grim. 

Desperately musing his heart ache elaborated thought running away, anxiety takes over heartbeat racing feeling rigid the poet mind aflutter knowing she doesn't play.

Lasting through the evening can't think straight confuse while pacing all night, his heart ache vanishes his cognitive behavior says it will be alright. 

For her writting is this poets passion recollecting his once love his tears begins to form miniature lakes, attempting to penetrate her superbia her shielded heart won't break.

She's whom he gave his bleeding heart to is miserable and shrew, but the feelings aren't mutual only if she knew. 

Needing her the most, the animosity flows through her veins, locating that perpetual love has gone in vain.

Purposing a toast, alcohol beverage she prognosticate his love, a constructive hoax.

Like pleasant day a cool breeze of the ocean wind, cold nor hot people going about hoping the day won't end. Struck with calamity a tsunami brings misery, not how, but when.

Chaotic, with frustration. Is it possible to lurer her back? Fishing for hours she ignores his bait, slapping it away. Even if you love someone set it free, it won't come back he was led astray.

Mistreated, highjacked of his kindness for weakness his fears are calm, no pain he simply removed it by wiping the tears with his palm.

Damage control dumping all they had in a black hole, a perplex situation a vexatious child the Hyde in her he hated her role.

A love crushed by her ferocious jealous and controlled demented mind, a poetic justice of her defined.