Lost Love Dire

Tossing down flowers on the aisle
She looks at me with trusted glee
Oh adorable sinned juvenile
I wish you knew, but so not he

I was young and blooded then
Topping felony with another
Confessions were bedridden
And I was gone far, far, further

Returned with sacred insanity
Continued the tale of misery
All I had was culpability
Sulk, sorrow, self-pity

Lonesome gruesome decade
I tried exploring a career and me
Shaken steps towards your escapade
Not mere guilt, but you, soulful thee

Still unsure, unholy, unfaithful
I, lucky to find you, alas not he
Following was obvious yet dreadful
Unsustainable enough to renovate, to see

Accepting this final redundant bond
Still clueless, still vile, but so free
Grasping consciousness, I sit by the fire
Forgetting, forgiving our lost love dire.

Our lost love dire.