Mon Cher

A Poem by smear

Shrouded in lavenders, heliotropes, hues All kinds of colors to make it to you

Shrouded in lavenders, heliotropes, hues
All kinds of colors to make it to you
With a thick perfumed scent
An alias that was meant
To make you fall for me.

Maybe out of fear
I stole you, my dear
But a name is for not
When spelled incorrectly.

With portraits so divine,
For your love I did pine
When the tension grew much to hot.
My feels for not

Three years pass us by
How the time it did fly
Silence came between us,
the ruts lasting far too long.
But that angel? She'll love you