How foolish I was
To be decieved by a boy's whims,
Humored by his smile
At the expense of my own.
And oh, how I am ashamed
To have turned my back on your lovely proposition.
Deep is the root of this regret;
Staunch, unwavering.
I am doomed to implore you, aren't I?
Loss after loss,
Craving the throb of the enraging pain.
I'll find you swimming in my subconsciousness,
Our auras intertwining,
Forever haunting my dreams.
Words cannot describe
My overwhelming remorse
That floods my hands with heat
And my eyes, liquid fire.
So beautiful are the clouds
Passing overhead on
A warm summer's day,
But nothing compares to the tragedy
When you blink and miss the most magnificent one.
Like a rat's decay,
I dwell on what I lack
In relation to what you will gaze
Longingly upon
And embrace with
Your unyeilding affection and warmth.
Through my jeremiad
In the waning hours of the night,
I contrast the saponarias and sows,
My snout still soiled in dried mud.
I do not wish to believe in this attachment;
I want it to be severed from my being
Like my childlike innocence
I was so fond of.
Will I ever be granted repose?
But I often wonder
In bittersweet bliss
How it would have felt
To brush my mouth
Against the sacred grail
Known as yours.
