To My Jaded Pursuer,
I am you villain. It never occurred to me until I saw your face that I was a memory you were yet to erase. I could not deny the discontent lurking in your diverted stare, when I am at fault for your scorn and despair. I may have been yours for a moment in time, but the plans that you made were yours and not mine. In the heat of the moment I was swept away, head over heels for a dream that was here to stay. Try as i may I cannot confess remorse, when I have no regrets for my scandalous course. I still wish you the best but since my presence inspires desire, the only promise to you I can make is next time you won't see my escape.
Your Great White Buffalo
~This was my homework this week. The instructor does not like that I rhyme, but we will be criticising this one next week even though it's not my turn. I'm personally fond of this work. Can you tell what it's about?
