The Becoming
Violet blue summer in your eyes.
Heavenly distance 'twixt our byes.
This love, an offspring of boredom
Fortified by doubtful wisdom.
You loved me when I hadn't a dime,
Twas a fidgety while in time.
How well you turn round the senile,
Tis the beautifully weird thing about your smile.
Hellish paradise, passion incarnate.
Lies within the truth, hazy in hate.
The sirens could sing you away,
Jolly for us, I will always stay.
Kill your darlings tonight,
Lovingly yours in hindsight.
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