Her spontaneity will cease rhyme and reasons will become grotesque vindictive life will stick the claws. Encompassed by complexity, time will hang heavily on her will outright assaults on the citadel of her soul shyness and quietness will vanish she will counterfeit pleasures humiliate climaxes, her spontaneity will cease. rhyme and reason will become grotesque she will lay and suffer but still stoical in her duty. Life will be her burden, unable to elicit response from her at her ripest, she will be sour and bitter she will wail at the prospect of becoming experienced, her spontaneity will cease rhyme and reasons will become grotesque her only silver lining will be 'still alive'. Humor and touch of worldliness will become history. she will vigorously ply and ply to repaint her azure dreams with absurd emulsion of barren and perturbed emotions her spontaneity will cease rhyme and reasons will become grotesque body beauty will become a pudding of flesh. Attempts to fathom emotions will prolong flabbergasted soul will face - methodical assassinations of her thoughts, passion, sprightly essence and her inner self. Her self will be a testimony before passing the final sentence -a convict of matrimony her spontaneity will cease rhyme and reasons will become grotesque epitaph will be 'the end'!
