Azure

I call it love, you call it art

And since my whole been admires you

Only from afar


I wonder no more

What could have been

What should have been


You seem to mix love with inhumanity

Oh what pleasure

The seven deadly sins is no more


Sharp daggers slot into your heart

I shall plant them there with my own two hands

Your sobbing heart


I put my heart under your heels

So you can trample and mock

And twist


A no good

No show

Too much perfection so I said no


My spirit rises like a vapor

Towards you seamlessly

And I will always watch you