Love's tail swept around the corner,
eluded me;
eclipsed the light from my life.
Now callous thoughts stake me as I wake,
as my frantic heart's release, like chattering teeth,
crashes down, steals my vital breath.
I had tried to perch on a cloud with you
and all things beautiful and true,
but our cloud was bound to fall through,
with all the little rocks you threw.
Thus I live with a tragic sense
of seeing our love in past tense,
mourning a Love in past tense,
ah! you left a tricksy blade,
in those rosy dreams we made,
against which I have no defence.



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