Never In Spring ✓

fourteenth: to the rescue, my fairytale

In a time of desperation, you came to the rescue

My soul was weathered and hurt, but you came to fix me.

To invoke your oath of love to me.

Doves followed our circles of courtship, your crisp white shirt

Fluttering on the edge of a caught breeze.

What if it hung on those picket fences, of what I thought was love?

You would stand there in a suit, with your golden halo affixed to that head of purity.

This path of champagne, scattered with white dresses and blue skies.

Infinities of seconds making up those years.

I felt the time so much more than you ever did.

Stabbing your blunt knife into my trust,

I fell, fell, fell to dust.

We were stitched together, like two patches on the same shirt.

We weren't made for love, so this love fell to dust.