Listen

Sophia....Listen.Listen to the beauty
And the excellence of our
Lives together.Just close
Your eyes and forget
About everything
Even him,and
Just
Listen.

Listen...
Sophia..
Listen,to the self-proclaimed prophecies orchestrated by  my sub-conscious methodically create
Our destiny,fate,future,from every
Milestone and cornerstone
But before all this can be
Excecuted,Sophia I need
You to
Just
Listen.

Listen to the grotesque voices of my nocturnal diaries reminisce your name in an apprehensive voice filled with multifaceted levels of anguish and
Death.

Sophia,
I need you to listen to me,
listen to the lamentations of my.....

She's not listening,is she?
A poetic interlude becomes
An ode to self-inflicted oblivion,
Why is she not listening!!? Does
She not hear the small lifeforms in
My chest...chanting in unison,a monotonous chant of a Sophia...a
Uthopia,a lover,a young heart silencing
all these strange voices in my head,
A cure,a life

I know I'm shy enough
to be a pre-pubecant
Introvert. But Sophia,you need to listen.
Listen to the moon-lit candles being blown out by your silence.
You can be my lover,my soulmate,my destined life partner,Sophia I just need you to listen. I don't have enough time,my soberity is beginning to transcend into my system.

Sophia,the reflection of our hearts is identical to a sick,twisted,dark,sombre,devlish double-entendre...
so please...for the love of God!
Sophia...
Listen.