The Fool’s Question

My feet are tired

just incase you want to dance some more

My lungs gave out

the very moment I admitted to loving you

My Agastopia

to the dark side of an your hibernating heart

I think of you

as a bearded horseman with intuitive eyes

better to be known

as the foundations of a house than the painting on it’s walls

Surely one day

your heart will wish me away like a volatile thought

As if I were

a forbidden fruit, rotting with flies

I hope to heal

But I’m like a snake devouring it’s own tail

Believe that I’m leaving

with a pocket full of pens and a tongue filled with rhymes

My one question is

Were you death or were you paradise?

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