May 2017
With eyes,
the very hue of water,
I'll never drown in
Skin,
the tint of earth
Hair, as soft
as a mermaids voice
That my kind,
will never
in a million millennia
lay pale flesh upon
Heaven,
embodied within a China doll,
behind carnival glass
Pure as heavens own tears
Sinful,
as the way the sea,
lusts for sandy shores
Lacking,
as eternity's knowledge is
to newly borne mortality
I weep red
for that
Never known.
He,
the boy China doll
with lake coloured eyes.
the very hue of water,
I'll never drown in
Skin,
the tint of earth
Hair, as soft
as a mermaids voice
That my kind,
will never
in a million millennia
lay pale flesh upon
Heaven,
embodied within a China doll,
behind carnival glass
Pure as heavens own tears
Sinful,
as the way the sea,
lusts for sandy shores
Lacking,
as eternity's knowledge is
to newly borne mortality
I weep red
for that
Never known.
He,
the boy China doll
with lake coloured eyes.
I'm tired. My job, my baby. Please forgive me that I can't comment as often as usual. I read you all though. Through out my days at the hell I'm employed at. The banquets, the "unreality" in which I dwell, grows thin I assure you. And I love you. I love you.
