Hysterical happenings,
mysterious moments,
and fascinating fables
I don’t get to tell you.
These unsaid words expire on my tongue,
tired of waiting for your sorrowful motivation.
Tomb not a skull holds our deceased happy times,
a locked mausoleum forgotten on a gray horizon.
Let the roses on your grave decay,
my love you threw away,
no reason for me to stay.
Taunting thoughts
of the hatred hurled at this heart
replace soft memories
of days spent with
hysterical happenings,
mysterious moments,
and fascinating fables.