Within my mind, perfect you stand,
And it's you who holds the upper hand,
Yet we are but acquaintances, at last,
An obscure future and without a past,
Obsessive habit besieges once again,
A distant appreciation with tainted fame,
For in your presence, I have become afraid
You shan't be the person who I have made.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
A crystal prism so frail and quaint,
A fresh white wash of brilliant paint,
seconds pass and still you fall,
Until you have,completely covered all,
glistening silently, you set your trap,
And presence prints to form a map,
For upon the surface one can see,
where the former seized to be,
Beware the image, heed my advice,
For danger lurks in frozen ice .
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
Indeed I know - I am not well,
Far from the path, oh how I fell,
It ate me up and stripped me bare,
And destroyed all those,for who I care,
I am sorry that i dragged you down,
And placed a sorrow , upon your crown,
I promise now; for one last time,
I shall not dismiss my dreadful crime,
for no one hates it more than me,
although you may incline to disagree,
one day I will give back what I have took,
and hope this sadness one can overlook,
I fear I have pushed you now too far,
and can only wish upon a star,
that you can forgive for I'll be right,
the future's near yet ends insight.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC