50 First Deaths (Nü∿Eyes Like Disposable Contacts)

There B something romantic 
About being able to fall N 
Love with someone over and 
Over again 'cause at night 
Cleared Memory coming with 
Light & the sight of the 1 
You know Whö B N love with 
You even though You do not
Even have a clue about Whö 
You are, but clearly there 
Must B something alright N 
Me, & so let's go with the 
Flow until becoming, known 
2 B the Truth - but let us 
Not forget the øtherside 2 
Waking up anew, 4 You must 
Take N2 consideration that 
If You R reborn every morn 
That must mean nighttime B 
Dying, lying N the mud and 
Watching them as they bury 
Me beneath a Fig tree, and 
Realizing although meeting 
Love this morning, goodbye 
Forever, as if yesterday's 
Weather & so although eyes 
Will B open tomorrow, know 
They B fancy brand Nü only 
With someone different Whö 
Will B born to C, so never 
Meant 4 You 2 look through