Emma – zero

Your sweet perfume
graces the room
long before
my wicked fumes
doth exhume
your glittering beauty
from amongst the flumes
of people throbbing
heads gaily bobbing
loudly robbing
in plain sight
your light at night

In your sweet eyes
I realize
like cake left over
I wish to die
with your sweet knife
cutting inside

Your maiden name
can erase my pain
with purity
seldom seen

I want to find,
in your brown eyes
the purity,
I realize
I’ve sought all my life

I want to hope
my love is no joke
but I’m just a bloke
at the end of his rope

perhaps all I am
a simple trope
but I’d rather you
rob me of hope
than faded whimsies
of normal folk

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