Friday, December 5, 2014

No regrets

With a big yellow and red balloon, I
Find myself enthralled by the beauty of
your red, your blue, your sign, your sheen, your eyes.
Why must love be so cruel to us, my love.

For you don't love me back, hate fills you up.
You want to kill me, stuff me in a suit
But you do it tearful, saying "Hi? Sup?
Hello?" Love is malicious to the cute.

My lust for you is like an old keyboard.
I have lust to tap you until you break.
Without your sight, my life will become bored.
 Without your presence, my small heart will break.

My love for you, my balloon boy, is strong.
My love, my animatronic, is wrong.

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