Randomly Composed Poem #2
ALTERED SONNET FOR ANOTHER'S AWAY MESSAGE
Just call me bitter, dead in heat;
And dead in hate, all on thy count
Awash in this new-broke callous,
And in jealous fate to th'elegance
Of thy unerring infidelity.
What now did my forgiveness mean?
Thy love wavers here and sends waves
As paint in reviewEd color
To graffiti our love's past temple
And so prove without merit its Eros.
Thee declare this hour soured hatred for me;
Fresh in my ears, forever my memory.
Just call me bitter, dead in heat;
And dead in hate, all on thy count
Awash in this new-broke callous,
And in jealous fate to th'elegance
Of thy unerring infidelity.
What now did my forgiveness mean?
Thy love wavers here and sends waves
As paint in reviewEd color
To graffiti our love's past temple
And so prove without merit its Eros.
Thee declare this hour soured hatred for me;
Fresh in my ears, forever my memory.