Irony
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
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