Dancing in her orb, she mocks me
Knowing that I dread to break the glass
The sight of her stuns me to silence
Suffering is my only respite

I feel like taking a drill and using it
My cranium craves air supply
Only then will her thoughts go away
Only then will there be silence

How long will you mock me, girl?
In your glass world, all seems well
There will come a time when my due is paid
Not in cash, or kind, or suffering

But with love

For that day
I wait
My heart
Forever belonging to you.

This is either one of my worst or one of my best. Deal with it.

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