Things went south
As you utter pleasantry
That comes with titter
I stayed disheartened
In-between forced laugh;
Caused by ancient occasion
Waiting with bated breath for fortuity to cut off the lines
I thought I had never been
Impatient to arrive at the period while writing a sentence
The predicament has once again occurred;
Scratching off thorns on my flower scene played in my head
En voyage to a holocaust
A sigh, whether of relief or misery, has escaped between my lips
Deep breath I took
In dread that you would
Take away the scent from my flower once you depart
