Cursive relations pursed to bind
stirs the wanderlust in my mind,
but I am tired of your rat race,
tired of your face.
A quagmire of dissuasions
all perused on occasions,
but I am lonely, know more,
I watch you shatter to floor...
I got a word it rhymes with floor
and door, it starts with a double you
but I will feed the ego no more..
This time the light breaks your skin
so I can see through...