Candy hearts crush against the teeth
…but I can never resist a bite
Truth be told - I devour my own
And cuts in my mouth burn deliciously
Cherry sweet, and sharp
Your faithful Troubadour, truly now,
Sings alone, composing with broken strings
I always meant to fix this (promise)
Just like me, to offer a fistful of drooping notes
Wilting flowers for my lady
Oh, slippery beast of a muse
If I find you again, beloved
We’ll end each other - finally...finally
Gasping, glass eye’d, purple beyond purple
Garroted by the laces of our own purple prose
