No Dirty Confetti

Buried in an atmosphere of extraordinary languor, I think of you spending an eternity in my arms, And how horrible it would be like to live without you. Browsing through the uplands of imaginations, I think of having you as the mother of my unborn kids, And how they will suckle from your left and right breasts. Blessed and self actualized, I think of how lonely and broken I was, Before you came to kiss away my pains. Beaming with pleasurable feelings, I think of how happy and satisfied I was, When you whispered how much you loved me in my ears. Suddenly, you struck me with a sharp spasm of pain, Today, And as the hands of time ticks, I no longer miss you, I won't cry, I don't regret it. Because it is better to walk alone, Than to walk with you and be thrown a dirty confetti.