It’s frustrating
This beast in me
That tolerates no
Doubts and only festers
For more romance
In secret venues
That cross only
Stars and strips
That what could be
Great.
There is no decision
Formatting.
Only time goes on and
Rattles it’s tinkering
Toys with more glares
For poise.
How could I eradicate
That which succumbs
You to darkness.
Light every candle.
I want to see your
Frown.
