The sentimental tingles commence from my middle, the feeling so strong if it were to end it would leave me cripple.
Deep thoughts extend my mind and leave me in such doubt, you impenetrably stole my heart but easily surrendered it in tout.
What was once a genial neighborhood became such a destructive turf, for the love you portrayed was so simply desolation, which I dimwitively could not observe.
Blinded by your magnetism, and soaked in your deception of reassurance, your love does not make me poised anymore but perceive a spark of annoyance.
What I once thought was an ocean brimful of jovial desire, brought me to a small pond of frequent conversation left in enquire.
Ask me how i gyrated myself from love to moon stuck so fast?
it was an extensive play, with excessive despair, leaving me to be the miscast.