Delightful maladies- or melodies?
Taking too many breaths,
only to choke on reality.
The light of life is fading fast, yet
angry eyes are bright and vast,
shedding spotlights on your skin,
spreading secrets out too thin.
So we leave to take a break
take a trip to ease the ache.
Waves of grain and skies of blue
we are sailing on the two
in a boat of candy canes,
hand in hand down drury lane
where we stop- for pastries.
But your eyes are growing wide
you're not sure why i've cried
cried at you and cried right here,
you back away and run in fear
as my tears become a wave
become a monster in a cave
lurking staring out in gloom
for i'm standing in a room
surrounded by the love of life
but i'm allergic- to wheat.
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Submission Name: Irony
