It’s just me with no tenant
I stand with no arrows but insight
Fading feathers awaiting a new birth
The hunt for Cupid’s head, a white lie
At best an option but not a choice.
My universe will serve that mock trial
A test that I fear might never pass
Every string of my harp knows misfortune
Each blood vessel feeble to feed my engine
The lies inside my garment
A lone eagle in Love’s felled trees
A choice I blame on fate
A decision I doubt for precision
My double tongue in search for reasons
To say that they do not meet my taste.
The twin phase of back to back
A repellant, the new meaning a surprise pack
I rend my garment
My heart is unfortunately irredeemable
A rat in my attic
A consequence of try and no hope
An unmatched cherished match fades
A never desired mix smelt
The purgation of my soul.
Nosedived emotional intelligence at sufferance
A pain that pricks my faculty, a clear vice.
Mutual feelings awaken a chase
One part Cupid left in shades
The reverse sword of Kenshi
To be fooled even by the love sensei
Served with foreign cutlery as Sushi
The cold porridge I ate yesterday.
Valentine yet another, in the park of loners I remain.
Too far is her position
Will she hear when I adore her, oh signora.
The joy that I was making
Other factors now have her taken
Broken heart, an abused joining but
to derail from broken scars is floating lies.
If doggedness was virtue, it needeth purpose
One direction or reflection
One agenda with no drama
Thick soothing intercourse void pained clause
The missing rib peculiar to Adam
My completeness, not one worthy of moot
The chaotic gentleman
Shot four bullets with no healthcare
Lyrics Enya unfolded, reasons sole grief was clothed.
Eagle in the mountain, too tired for hunting
The epic tale the loner didn’t tell his momma.