Stars Never Smile
Supernova! What wouldst
thou have to do with
Aphrodite's firm grip?
Raven-breathed,
shall we presume?
No, that is is is not the way!
Evangelical in my infatuation,
vainglorious in your ignorance and
every heart beat means nothing.
Reality is a construct
sweet in it's epidemic.
My love, my love,
is this all there is?
Loneliness in romantic pragmatics?
Even the stars will not smile at me.
thou have to do with
Aphrodite's firm grip?
Raven-breathed,
shall we presume?
No, that is is is not the way!
Evangelical in my infatuation,
vainglorious in your ignorance and
every heart beat means nothing.
Reality is a construct
sweet in it's epidemic.
My love, my love,
is this all there is?
Loneliness in romantic pragmatics?
Even the stars will not smile at me.