Him, in my mind.

Lest
I
Detest
By
Cardiac arrest;
My
Compressed
Feelings will pry
My already dressed
Eyes
Wide open.
Then I’ll truly die-
Still soap in
My mouth, so dry
For all the words left unspoken
And this guy,
Who’s bespoken
(Cherry pie)
And I am heartbroken
For I cannot buy
Him
Or occupy
Any spot so similar,
To him in my mind.

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