(I needed to write... So I wrote. Badly lol, but I wrote nonetheless)
Lingering in the endless abyss...
Your absence so abstruse.
My lover, my lark.
This observation of nothing,
so lackluster -- ostentatiously empty.
Omit logical thinking, reasoning,
so extrinsic this onus.
My narcotic, my ne plus ultra.
Adoration in nuances,
affirmations of never and the
My darling, my doll,
left with ornate fantasies,
necessarily questioning the why
remain lingering in the endless abyss.