Don't Lecture Me

Your prosaic verses choke the poet,
Residing deep in my zealous heart.
Once it dies, I can’t relight it
Even with infinities of moonlight.
The glimpse of sunsets will dissolve within azure eyes,
And won’t be outshining the moon in my journey,
Toward supreme destiny.
Rivulets capturing the memories,
Will evaporate,
And.
No more will the poetess in me stay alive.
No more will the moon glows outshine my stars.
No more will my hymns be audible to scarred souls.
No more will my cindered heart escape the ashen death.
And no more, can you even strive to lecture me.