I heard something about you,
That our love should not be tolerated.
Lavish the words that add an unsaturated hue,
To my life that you inebriated.
I was in the moment to incinerate all of our tales,
Grey November grubbed my happy conclusions.
At that very moment, I failed to steer the sails,
And the waves devoured me with confusion.
I thought our love would last,
For me, it was enough being last to know.
On the train that I rode up very fast,
The ivy germinated as the wind blew.
The fatal defect that makes me unhappy,
I can't watch your comic tracks anymore.
Perhaps I can read the life of Snoopy,
His cookie jar and adventurous hacks.
The wooden floors we used to dwell on,
Candles melted and the fireplace blazed.
The cold window freezes the church bells,
The body and lips that I used to praise.
You're the dearest leaflet of my novel,
Made with hardcover and published in Blue Bay.
Stitched with despairs we unravel,
That you bought once in May.
YOU ARE READING
The 18th Amendment (Revised Edition) (Anthology I)
PoetryTrying to reinvent himself during dire times. He found himself in a crooked path that no one leads to happiness.
