farther into the forest
than any path can ever find
emotions imagine an eden
and insist upon belief in its existence
a heart's hopes unable to rest
are not necesarily kind
and if paradise remains barren
belief begins to question its insistence
choking on the inbetween
of reality and what I mean
stoking stroking fantasy's awe
until I end up ridden raw
I'll wear my ice-blue rose
til my death and beyond
Unrequited and Rejected
with its core sorely infected
Yet still somehow it knows
not a single petal was Loved wrong
the ghost won't ever dim in my mind
nor release its tingle from my feel
tattooed with you on each inch of my inside
the only woman I want to sing me real
if only you would take me deep within you
and want for me to hold you too
I would inhale you way within
never to ever exhale again