My heart is a chamber of smoke -
It pumps on the puffs of your memories
Memories are our chosen moments. You let my winter define me. Yet I continue to relish your spring.
Love is a thought to be romanticized,
Not a concept begging implementation.
Reality grew paler as my imagination riped.
Her indifference broke my heart;
her absence, my spirit.
If I be mad, be crazy for me
If I be lad, be a lady for me
If I be Gatsby, be the Daisy for me
Except, My lover, be daily for me
There are people
with an impeccably black
or white eye towards things until...
Love gifts them grey.
If sleep is a deprivation from your being,
I would rather be an insomniac for eternity.