A sober tombstone

At school, I was not taught about loves form,

That one day, older, I would feel set up by a woman,

That fated, would seem in her beauty, was in on,

The hate that fills the red skies with my blood

A shooting star passed above

Seems life is not what we were taught it was,

That sometimes things can’t be undone, as if the gods

Shuffle life around, and set in stone, I can’t help but

Love carved in myth and my tortured soul of,

You, engraved in love