Why Can’t I Be Haiku?

Crawley's warm embrace,

Birth takes flight, The Cure starts,

Post punk, new way style.

Robert's voice whispers,

In '76, the year's embrace,

The Cure's path unfurls.

Simon joins, hearts beat,

Bassline's rhythm, '79,

The Cure takes hold.

"Three Imaginary Boys,"

Debut in '78,

Essence blooms, The Cure.

In darkness they dwell,

Critics awaken, '82,

The Cure's truth revealed.

Door ajar, melodies,

Harmony spreads in '85,

Allure calls, The Cure.

"Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss,"

Passion ignites, '87,

Love's flame dances, The Cure.

Disintegration's realm,

Masterpiece breathes, '89,

Longing's eternal, The Cure.

Lovesong's tender plea,

In '89, melody weaves,

The Cure's embrace felt.

Pictures paint memories,

Canvas of '89,

Artistry sings, The Cure.

Pictures paint memories,

Canvas of '89,

Artistry set free.

Friday dances bright,

Ninety-two, joy takes flight,

Rhythmic delight.

Wild mood swings collide,

Storms of emotion, '96,

Journey's turbulent tide.

Bloodflowers in bloom,

Two thousand's beauty unfolds,

Pain transformed to room.

Porl, Roger, Boris,

Perry, Jason, united,

Harmony restores.

Lol's path veers away,

Bonds released in '89,

Paths pave a new way.

Disintegration's heart,

Millions captivated, '89,

Triumph's vibrant art.

"Boys Don't Cry," they sing,

Heaven's embrace in each note,

Legacy takes wing.