Sonnet #4

Lachrymose irises are safe Boo..
Seems to me mostly all did was cry,
For hearts live for promises. Then, we die.
When Eros feels absent, you’re only sometimes you.
Sound oceanic sorrow as her mirror,
If she wants this prince, she must accept love.
Lately, I feel I reside up above.
When one unwinds, confession shines clearer.
I witness shattered black rose petal
Fall onto a period blood red dress. “Settle
for nothing other than genetic desire.”
Demystify emotions. Love is in the air.
Heightened senses show how to share and care.
Why? Because… Because seasons illustrate
The science of when to call it a date…


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