Its selfless love and selfish hate,
That brings us here face to face,
Where with bloodshot eyes and silver plates,
You utter the forth of your final fate,
Honeyed words and mournful sighs,
Work together to formulate,
The spider's web of which you lie,
Tale of what might become of you and l,
Forget me not my love I once held dear,
But listen closely and hear me once;
The dream you thought you saw so clear,
Is nothing more than completely smeared,
And I plead you not to convince me,
That I am your godforsaken only,
For the desire I hold for you is anything but golden,
And something you should cease to embolden,
So realize my mind has been made just as your bed,
Nothing more between you and I will ever be said,
Because dear you must realize you are in over your head,
Not even you can bring back what is blatantly dead
