❝So hold on to your glasses, we might fall
again in the process of forgetting all,
'cause writing down the tears and submitting our fears-
drowning in your own gin and juice isn't very bright,
I just hope darling, you won't get a winefright.❞
FIRST...
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Under your Hadean gaze, I gulp twice before I write– I knew your love was a true maze.
Was it more horrifying, that I was the one you chased– or when my emotions still rose like a tide, under your hadean gaze.
I could never forget how our fingertips grazed, making a forbidden spark ignite; I knew your love was a true maze.
You said, "love is the title of an undying craze" yet my voices failed to succumb in the fight– under your hadean gaze.
When I was left in a musical haze after the hoggish red bite, I knew your love was a true maze.
For your thirst, my blood was a praise; you sucked out the moonlight from my night, and when I feared the hungry malice in your face, I knew your love was a true maze.
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A U T H O R' S N O T E
This was my first villanelle poem.
Villanelle is a form of poetry consising 19 lines of five tercets and one quatrain with rhyming scheme of a-b-a.
Love may abrase, but obsession can scrub all your living remnants of your body with itself- including your soul.
