You're a poem, And one day, I will write you too; I'll bleed you out On the blank pages of my past, I'll read them aloud Till forever they last. But you're a poem, And you'll not last long, And one day, I'll end you too; You'll move on To another poet; I'll remember you Like the abandoned lines Of a forgotten verse. And may be then we shall meet, On the other side of those pages, On the other side of the blue ink, On the other side of someday.
Welcome to Paraferno - this is the story of a lackadaisically frantic and whimsical dame on an oneiric infernal paradise ;-)