Musings of a bored girl

Irony Let me entwine you my dear friend The one who never leaves my bedside I rely on you as it never seems to fail You would always hear me squirm and wail You like to wake me At every last mark I look for your interminable quintessence Waiting for your eyes to peer upon me To leave that one last impending scar To say that I am half torn To laugh at providence’s chagrin Irony, my dear friend Let me entwine you

Entanglement Was it a mistake? The most endearing one Was it your embrace? The most impressionable Was it hurt? It did lacerate Was it friendship? But it’s always vague Was it a moment? Ethereal and abysmal   Was it your caress? Perhaps a transitory relapse Was it love? I did feel so… Was it love? But it’s always vague.