Frozen with thought through some stolen wisdom,
and melted ambition from ignorant visions, clouded an unable to spot your future intuition- I also drink water. What’s a war for an opponent, when the weakness is written on your breath, you might as well have plunged that knife into your own chest, and let mother nature do the rest. Rest easy silly soul, you’re no bigger than your heart; limited is your will, as tall as your lovers height- and life is still a thrill. What great half truths spill through your neck, and down my stomach, plummet, as I tumble down passwords, and deletion- the dark side’s never told too liquid when you’re speaking. And I still love you, and eat the Halo off your head, till it grows back, and black horns detach from my hole of a soul, soon to brew through coffee filters, an overpriced Manhattan Dinners.
You left me for a weekend and forever; and I’m still stupid enough to endure the pure tossed frost bitten, mitten like hype weather.
Thus, I am insane. Dependent on a princess who years ago drank away my pain……crystal stars, such pretty shapes, and cold wet pools of water in potholes. I’m unlucky to love you. Omen.