Circle

Round and round,

The pull makes me dizzy.

I circle you,

To the best of my ability.

A fluent jargon,

Tossing my sacrilege.

The newest sunrise,

Counting my mileage.

And I dote on you,

You just say and I move in.

A labyrinth of sorts,

A prayer to almighty God.

An echo of time,

My heart will lie here and rot.

Can you come

To an exciting conclusion?

Can you pick out

A sordid revolution?

The end of this

Is near, and so,

I am just

A measly no-no.