Bleak ice-blue walls thickening still
All frosty; naught moist nor turgid
So cold. So polite. Desolate…
I have left her
I should be with you
Yet we are bereft…
It should be you here
It was all for us
Pyrrhic this victory.
Bleak ice-blue walls thickening still
All frosty; naught moist nor turgid
So cold. So polite. Desolate…
Abandoned caves, desolate tundras
Palpitating heart, hacking sobs…
Truth; you are always in my heart
Truth; is that you could not wait
Truth; we can never be what we were
My love was pure and honest
My love was open and playful
My love was lustful and naughty
I told you that, ‘I don’t share’
I told you, ‘I love you’
I told you that, ‘you are mine!’
Misty boughs, rainy valleys
Phlegmy nostrils, rheumy eyes…
