Dancing withal thee in the rain
decimates all of my pain.
I can no longer dance,
for I hast no proper stance.
Because of thee my heart bleeds,
giving me no necessary needs.
How can thee say thou love
when thou cannot differentiate a robin from a dove?
A javelin thou pierced through my heart,
sharper than the point of a dart.
Hither thou art in desperation.
We cannot engage a conversation.
All I hast is a simple ordain:
That thou eradicate thy hellish fame.















Comments