I must eject this from my mind
The very thought of it burns so.

The ideas of the perfect one
Are not found by searching;
It is by waiting on time
To even allow such a thing to perform.

But would I be able to complete such a task?
Or would I just fall short and lose it fast

Who will write down the words?
That come like a storm on the horizon.

Could it be you?
Or will it be the very one who saved me
The only one it can be.

Her…

I must project this image from my mind
Onto the pages that you read.
I’ll cut myself away from it all
And watch the wound slowly bleed.

Don’t stop.

All the while, I long for that sweet sound
But I’ve known for a while,
That it is nowhere to be found.

It is to be given by a name…
Unknown.