Tears stream down my face…
As I sit in my disgrace…
My hands tremble, my hands quake…
My head spins, my head aches…
My heart flutters, skips a beat…
My fingers twitch, spastic meat…
Shoulders slumped, back bent…
Feet crossed, head descent…
My breathing heavy, slowing down…
My eyes closed, not glancing around…
I wonder with wandering belief,
What has caused my immediate grief…?
Was it the lustful pink lips that never arrived?
Never touched upon mine, although I have strived?
Was it the giant blue pools that never met mine?
Those lustful orbs that are adamantly divine?
Or was it what you spat in your fit of rage?
"Inferiority-propriety-" I cannot gauge.
Alas I have realized the reason for my heartache…
The precise reason why I still sit awake…
I most ardently love you as you do me…
Only…is it too late for you to see?
THE END.
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Was not intended to be a P&P poem, I was writing it for no reason.
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