Indeed, as I sip, the pain melts away.
The spoon resting atop my goblet.
Poison, in a form. To the sorrows that breed.
But candy to the likes of my soul.
The emerald glow makes my heart grow fonder.
Top up my glass, streach out this happiness.
Wormwood, my love, embrace me.
And I watch as my lover appears again
And peacefully, we float hand in hand.
Warming my body, numbing my sadness.
Kissing me slowly, as my fairy lets go.
I will anticipate our next encounter.
And I know that she will aswell.
But until I hear the satisfying pour
Over sugar and spoon,
I'll wait here alone 'till she's back.












