Each line in this poem will be a pair of eyes,
Eavesdropping on that evening with you.
Every word, every letter, every advise
Entered but I did what I wanted to do.
As if one could unlove love again
And still soak in the happiness sad brings.
About regrets and amounts of pain,
Are too many already attached strings.
Silhouettes are adored in the dark.
Shame gains popularity when the night is bright.
Shining beams on an aardvark
Shouldn’t make it an animal of daylight.
Incite that i may bury that memory,
Insist that it’s all in my head.
In this garden are fervent flowers of me,
Images enduring ever after we’re dead.