I find the fondness that you follow
me for so full that I choke to swallow
I wish myself more hollow to take
your affection but it tastes of mistake
awake you won't dissipate from mind
asleep you don't hesitate to remind
dreams seem filled with blind passion
where you wear me like I'm in fashion
I don't appease any other than you
why'm I pleased to know not to do?
this reckless you won't let me or try
to exit when our only kiss's goodbye
sigh, sigh: we say the same but mean
different; you placate; I demean
deem uncomfortable a continuation
I do of our comforting situation
but such helpless for so long duration
is part of the known your and my aging
it may not be parted, Lover, with yet
but bond of our glue is becoming unset
and yes, you know to rob me of what to forget
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