Expectation’s lust drives lovers insane. Masterful beauty intertwined, brutalized by ones brain. Painfully aware of the dream, equally as devoted to the morrow. Melancholy folly of demands turned to sorrow.
Gracefully as graceful in a lovers stead. Conflicted by the path, riddled with dread. Demands oft uttered, eclipsed the contentment. Expectations aloft are premeditated resentments.