My dog is a 24 pack of fosters
My cat is a pack of cigarettes named black
I don't remember when I lost her
I just recall I couldn't keep our love on plaquet December

Depleted churning
Dispicable yearning
I thank God he left the museum for good

Titles breed titles
Love yearns love
Why couldn't I hold this delicate cycle
Clinging sensation
Of same old same old pacification

Bordeom didn't rule
Exhilaration had not drew
Yet I knew not the reason why
I blew this kind hearted love behind

Do you find this happens all the time
Crucial point one becomes a crime

I sat alone pondering with my dog
I cry miscalled with my cat
Another tender moment
Wondering when it all went wrong

We all are ourselves
To blame
Misguided shelves
To hide away
Our shame

Categorized
Miscalculated
Placated
Impertinented

Pain
Pain
Pain

Moving on isn't the worst
Wondering convincing
How yesterday could have been burst
So much differently

The birds chirp
Roses bloom
First kisses upsurped
Fixation gloom

The clouds cloud
Night becomes morning
The moon is still in love with Sun
Chasing each other foundly

Meanwhile I'm mourning you softly

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