Lovely pyramids

You'll never get what you deserve,

no.

You can tell me,

in dark, misty tones

that you've always felt my pain.

But you've never known.

You never could.

And though parts of me,

red with fury,

shaking with scorn,

want you to feel the hot needle

of losing love,

I know I could never

ever be responsible for damning you

Be the one to cast you into a firey circle,

one of the seven circles,

I've come to know too well.

Of course,

she is lovely,

glowing in summers drip.

But fall will bring uncertainties to surface,

blemishes will appear,

and I cannot wait to hear you

when winter is here.