Palindromes of a Love Lost
Shall I borrow or rob what matters most to him?
He was born to live evil in a new era of temptation.
For my beloved Ed is on no side that matters most
and I deified him; I put up with his refer of infatuation.
I neven to him… ”what level do you think I am on?”
I am just a madam who is denned inside pain’s abyss.
His seities is actually nothing but a winding racecar
driving off a road like a reno loner to a life devoid of bliss.
He is a redivider breaking up into pieces the life I knew,
I have been deleveled below into a cave at noon time.
He’s a spinning rotator; a man who used to wow me with love,
my top spot beloved, now I am deeply tirrit not sublime.
Above our home and inside our tallat we used to watch
videos of me drawing silhouettes of our Hadedah bird Della.
“Did I draw Della too tall Edward; I did?”
He said, "draw, o coward...I wish you were like my ex-wife Ella.”
Seities: essence of oneself
Neven: to mention something to someone
Tirrit: a Shakespearean word for frightened
Deleveled: shoved or pushed
Tallat: a loft
Deified: revered as a god
Hadedah: a type of bird
May 18, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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