Satan's Jewels....

Whispers in ears, "the world’s enchanting,”

Adorned with sunflowers and jasmines,

Meets at the gilded landed willow’s creek.

The tales of you loving me,

The butterflies outside and within me,

Your face as pure as Jesus’s tree

My desire to read the Bible under your shade,

The sunflower hung up your ear,

The want now surpasses the needs.

The abundance of life,The golden treasure, right before me.

I still want your eyes to see life through.

The golden waters, we drown in unison.

I was naive to believe older's wiser.

The parody, three months, the sun’s glee lights within you.

The ballads that mockingjays hum.

The invitation to be your chanteuse.

Your eyes only held vision for your own.

The seagulls blaring,

The brown dust turning white,

The sandcastles crumbling down,

The warmth of the beach and the touch of sand in-between the toes.

An embellished, pain-staked ruse,

I, drowned in the sand’s toes.

Gasping for breath, my soul's intent was faint,

The outstretched hand, but deafening was the plaintive plaint.

Tarnish is the silver you used to polish,

Time’s a luxury, never mended me.

The red lips, quivering fists.

Alleys of dominoes, a pattern

Played forever on loop.

My face keeps altering, but my vices never do.

The broken blue light in your truck’s basement,

Another app facing another man,

The melancholia of the blame game, so amusing,

An act, committed again.

Satan’s smile disguised as your jewels,

It was me, whose endeavour was to glimmer in them.

My hand clasped onto its own.

The journey, life span of 3 months.

It's something I don’t talk about.

The boyhood, forever lost to be a teenage dream,

The shared trust was eternally one way.

The end is here,

All throughout this parody:

My precious gold coins that I collect in secrecy,

What if you seize them and leave me stranded?

The noise, pitchier than before.

The act, still immoral as before.

The act of love I wished to receive.

The act of hate I endured.

The thunder among the clouds couldn’t stop us,

A train with no captain.

The inevitable crash, I knew it would happen.

The coins you stole,

It was my life that you abused.

The eyes to which you would show those precious coins,

The act of unfaithfulness, I never engaged in.

I, an easy canvas for you to throw paint on,

The young boy, thus, an ideal candidate.

An inexplicable reality, I dreamed over my pink clouds.

The blood rain you poured over me.

The trust, impending, now, I can't lean on its fragile thread.

Always feeling someone’s breath behind my back.

I worry, the people, leaves will fall like 3, 2, 1.

Without truth, without proof.

I would breathe in the grave of my own creation.

It was all for fun.

The clandestine meets and greets.

The urn of my regrets,

Changed into something out of both of our bounds.

I know, I am half guilty.

But the betrayal was never truly me.

You, my mere 3 months,

You made me swim through hell.

But the land I put my feet on.

As rewarding as never before.

You were my Satan’s winged angel.

The life, after 2 years of you, is cherished more than ever before.

I won’t change it now.

After what you put me through.

The change began, thanks to you.

I put a wall against the dominoes that you threw.