What was, what is and what could be, all at once coming to a focus, breathing through the eternal moment, being yours to create, allusions, illusions and delusions, at play, together.
I keep your flowers there, in the back corner of my Dark Heart They wilted long ago I water them with saline tears and an ever waiting heart You crept up from that secret place Fake Bright in my black space ~A
You are this perfect image of everything I could ever want. But everybody has flaws. Your single flaw is a fatal one. Because your single flaw just happens to be the one that makes you want to destroy every single good thing that comes your way. Including me.