Every moment, every ion of time spent,
Apart.
Is torture to the soul torn in two
Away;
From it's vital element.
Every lone, Precious ray of light that
Falls,
Is beauty encased, eternal, fragile and
Fleeting.
Those eyes, the door to my heart and mind my
Bane.
Of a beauty so Sincere and Perfect, yet
Flawed.
A desire and passion so Violent and masochistic it
Consumes.
A love, all encompassed, Obsessive, Jealous
But.
Understood.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Every moment, every ion of time spent,
Apart.
Is torture to the soul torn in two
Away;
From it's vital element.
Every lone, Precious ray of light that
Falls,
Is beauty encased, eternal, fragile and
Fleeting.
Those eyes, the door to my heart and mind my
Bane.
Of a beauty so Sincere and Perfect, yet
Flawed.
A desire and passion so Violent and masochistic it
Consumes.
A love, all encompassed, Obsessive, Jealous
But.
Understood.
