I Dig the Word and Concept of Loathesome

SUSAN’S CONCLUSION I’ve reached the summit of a summer’s Susan and conclusion Our three year long romance was always but a visionary illusion I’ve come to the deduction that you weren’t meant for me When August augmented the ordinary and created a time for me to flee You asked me to follow you to where love haunts halls of wonder And admittedly that was my very first blunder Those errors mounted and became a revolutionary resolution And the truth was each kiss was an extraordinary illusion I was unprepared for something I began with selfish desire But each morning I’d see your smile and I became your sire Not so much a father but something akin to the break of day Then I came to the fundamental fact that I had to fly away There were no stars in the evening’s sky that were stolen by the darkness in my soul Flaming sparkles once ablaze became but a haze of stolen dreams and left an empty hole The emptiness in my smile of yesterday caused only confusion When I realized our romance was but an imaginary illusion At first it began with mutual dreams and hope But ended with you begging me to rid my desire for dope When dreams end there’s no going back to sleep so as to envision the rest And then you asked me if I was more in love with drugs than you and I confidentially confessed The needle filled a need confirmed by an infirmity within And a flame above was doused by desperation and sin So I said to you that this was the end for me and you, Susan When I lost my footing on a rainbow that was merely an illusion © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~