Your voice is like a thousand flies,
Buzzing and whirring with antipodal lies.
Your heart has long lost its way,
The strings atop it have begun to fray.
Your skin has become a stormy gray,
Pilfering thoughts beneath it lay.
Your fiery eyes reduced to cinders,
Brought on by icy throes of winter.
Your mind has begun to tear in two,
Sodden thick and soured through.
Your virgin soul now soiled bequeathed,
Its toxic pines an embroidered wreath.
My mind may wander with what had been,
But your actions now embody sin.
Kaleidoscopic thoughts whirling behind my eyes,
Why do I run through the same repeating tie,
Feelings of wooden heads and hearts,
Calling out to me to become their art.
Your mellifluous voice makes my blood sing,
Somber silken hair with lavender lies,
As it flows like water my soul dries.
Your voice is like a thousand flies,
Buzzing and whirring with antipodal lies.
Your heart has long lost its way,
The strings atop it have begun to fray.
Your skin has become a stormy gray,
Pilfering thoughts beneath it lay.
Your fiery eyes reduced to cinders,
Brought on by icy throes of winter.
Your mind has begun to tear in two,
Sodden thick and soured through.
Your virgin soul now soiled bequeathed,
Its toxic pines an embroidered wreath.
My mind may wander with what had been,
But your actions now embody sin.