Loving You [One I Would Always Play, Sonnet Ver.]

Loving you was my crimson dark summer,
Burning like an everlasting damned dream,
A bouquet of lilies to a lover,
Loving you was running ink left unseen.

Loving you was my soft solid winter,
Beautiful and brittle, leaving my lips
Your name forever been sweet and bitter,
Loving you was one too many clock ticks.

Loving you was my autumn and my spring,
With tender leaves easily torn apart,
Never once together, my love wringing,
Loving you was an arrow to Death’s heart.

Loving you was the curve of cigar smoke,
A ruthless addiction, to which I’d choke.