Black White Blue

Something i should have posted a long time ago.

Yesterday.

It was Black. It was Dark.

The eyes of a sword stab this maudlin heart,

but the eyes never notice.

It was who you are.

Today.

You appear once again.

Bringing the clandestine charm,

Bringing happiness to this lackadaisical soul,

ensnare this one heart of a flower so it blooms in delight.

Tomorrow.

You will enhance the sombreness of these lachrymal eyes.

Procrastination and hesitation; you are bound to be,

etoliate this feeling;

nothing more to see.

She accumulates her thoughts,

pouring words into an epistle.

The convalescent heart is again in moribund.

Then she realises:

This is her last evaluation of a lyrical chronicle.

She hopes for no more,

I hope for no more...

The epilogue ends here.