On the verge
verging on
urging on
sleep but
slurring thoughts, blurring dots
converging so deep in eyes,
thinking hovering why,
love lovering ties
parallel so as never to meet.
A
cheap way of sinning
Ego bubbling brimming
Spilling over and slopping
But too great for stopping,
For separate lies
Make for cruel compromise
And love never dies
When it’s played on repeat.
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