There is something distasteful about the white lampshade
That hangs just above the center of your eyes.
It is bright and red-colored like a timeless sunset,
And it blinds everything near and translucent.
My words sound faint under the peeling stars.
The voice of a melancholy tulip still defeats the sight of you,
I do, I do still wear a veil of certainty and doubt.
Excuse the horizon, it bleeds unknowingly like cracking walls,
The ocean hasn’t seen me for a long while.
You emerge from the trees, the woods, the kingdom
And obsess over the features of my lips - damp, red, thick.
Mesmerized, you happily memorize every aspect of me.
I should’ve known it sooner.
The black cat always returns for more and more.