And his substance became subdued.
I was essentially his too good to be true summer hues.
Now I’m left with these thousand and one articulated questions,
And wondering if I will lose.
These Robin hooks are cremated on bowing arrows,
As I hang off of your words like a peaks willow.
Your smile was ever so encouragingly,
that my best gestures were aligned with your soft lipped battered pillows.
Im ashamed, humiliated, captivated, and feel reiterated at the same time.
No song lyric in the world could describe how I ignored my presence of self for you.
I didn’t know what your meaning of love was,
And im now aware that I wasn’t that bright moon you solidified us of.