sweet poetry

Act !:
Morning Sunrise splits darkness over clouded rises
Early dawn is breaking, busting and shaking,
Loud, but my heart in me is cold and vapid

Lost and broken by the quiet dull revelry of a million unsung hymns
Opportune depature of my apogee by the dawning of your dusk
Drowning silently I scream out my own silent scream of silence,
Resplendantly shattering the chill dawn of your absolution
All like the morning light in a little girl's eyes.

Making from the lost the more broken
All of your pretty apologies lie absent and unmoving

Act @:
I remember one chill dusky August morning
When she awoke, hair in eyes, and spoke to me that fatal utterance:
Eat not the mangos.