A living aphrodisiac
An emotional kleptomaniac
Who renders most insomniacs
Once present in their mind
The kind of love you dream about
But mostly cry and scream about
The kind you feel supreme about
Because it’s hard to find
So as all others salivate
Over your lovely profligate
Your standards slowly dissipate
For your ego’s struck you blind
Yet once the fire quells to embers
It’s harder for you to remember
What’s between you, save their splendor
And your moments spent supine
The Mewriginal 
Leave a Reply