I drown in your half-hearted promises
The excuses I repeat over and over in my head
I desperately try to turn dreams into reality
From the moment we met
Already, you're a fantasy in my head
There was no going back from the start
Because praises'll keep on spilling from my lips, you shall
Be the object of my admiration
The fixation of my infatuation
The very epitome of perfection.
Fulfill the role you are designated to play
And you'll be rewarded with kisses and hearts in gold platters
My being belongs to you, a mirage of perfection
And I'll accept nothing less
Though my eyes would be blind to every wrongdoing you do
No one's in the right here, not when I'm using you
Be the object of my admiration
The fixation of my infatuation
The very epitome of perfection.
Fulfill the role you are designated to play
And you'll be rewarded with my soul to keep.
YOU ARE READING
Fleeting.
PoetryMoments in life are fleeting--some people use cameras to capture minuscule details through a click of a button, others through a bold stroke of paint on an empty canvas, and a couple of others through meaningful scrawls on pieces of paper. Started:...
