call me a work in progress,
an unsigned letter,
an unfinished job,
operating under a false pretense,
polluting an innocent being…

call me an unmarked grave,
an heirloom for destruction,
a way for an excuse,
a form unfilled.
a failure in the making…

call me an empty jar,
a readily hung noose,
a way for an exit,
who has nothing to lose...

an ink-less pen,
an empty hourglass,
a horrifying den,
that showed no pass,
i lie face down on a pool..
i saw senseless joy,
i was your fool,
you swam, like a swan to your righteous path,
where a field of green lay ahead,
with showers of toxic you take a bath..
and lay your head on the visions bed...
despite the sorrow you consume within...
i held my breath and i straightened my chin...
the world i saw, in my breathless way...
still...
forevermore, i chose to stay...

today, there's no song..
where rights as in righteous goes immensely wrong..
and tomorrow shall be..
hence you pay your debts, your abandoned fee..
buy the affection you so dear seek...
from the mans eye to an eagles beak..
then waste it upon a thousand years...
destroying your value including her gears..
her eyes which was set as sharp as a knife..
submit to her, and relinquish your life..
her lips sealed as a door to ones heart...
and her form of love, to release her perfected art...

she's called herself sacred vanity..
undesired she thought..
hope was what she held unto..
broken heart-ed broke a heart by a split second..
sense of humor rather lovely...
A beautiful sculpture in the flesh...
You see your future in her eyes..
yet she refused to look you inside...

broken heart-ed broke a heart...
damaged him with a poisoned dart..
it was a work of perfect art...
for she was strong you see...
she kept whispering "let me be"...
strongest of them conquered her..
whom one might have conjured her...
he waited for her in distance land...
sinking under the forbidden sand...

they might say she's not worth gold...
in front of his eyes the mysteries unfold...
betrayed, it lead him to believe the wait was not worth..
but he insisted and kept going forth...
for one summer night she might come about...
and their love for each other shall bloom without a doubt...

He was destined for great things,
The innocence she showed,
Was of pure immoral intentions,
He withered away in her love,
Love so strong it penetrates right through you,
Destiny looks him in the eye with a glimpse of misery,
You disappoint the wall clocks of time,
The music in his ears and his bloom of youth disappears,
The innocence she showed,
He took for granted,
She was the victim,
Yet, he was the sufferer,
She was his savior,
And by her side,
He was at his best behavior.

your beautiful essence is imprinted on my mind.
like a classic novel unveiling its mastered truth
i can never outgrow your beautiful smile
a piece of you destined to be treasured.

loving you is clearly amazing.
cause the fact that you're rare.
is a blessing and amusing.

i know i can be a fool sometimes.
and give you hard times.
but know that i'll always love you.
cause i'm a fool for you.
and only you nevertheless.

a moment of weakness..
a moment of silence...
a moment in pain...
and a moment of despair...
none of these were there...
the day we locked our eyes together for the first time..
when we introduced ourselves to immaculate perception...
when we wore the uniform of passion...
to the illusion of life...
and into the maelstrom of love...