Could I ever write you
A truly holy sonnet
When I was forged
So far from Heaven?
Could you cry for me
While I could gather the teardrops,
With the lone intent
To flood the world again?
Can we ever know purity
Without a little harm?
Must I cleanse the Earth
Of everything
I can no longer care for?
Carly's eyes penetrated Hell
And cast me back
Into sanity again.
I'm standing on my own again
And by only her accord.
Let's make the world
A little smaller...
Whisper to me anything at all
That you could find meaningful enough
To discuss through the cover of darkness.
For the first time in forever,
I'm whole once more.
I'm venturing deeper
Into your enchantment...
This new labyrinth I've found
That I only aim
To immerse myself in deeper
With every setting sun.
I can only hope
To grow like moss
Around your careless daydreams
And take hold of even the smallest bit
Of your brilliant brand of curiosity.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Could I ever write you
A truly holy sonnet
When I was forged
So far from Heaven?
Could you cry for me
While I could gather the teardrops,
With the lone intent
To flood the world again?
Can we ever know purity
Without a little harm?
Must I cleanse the Earth
Of everything
I can no longer care for?
Carly's eyes penetrated Hell
And cast me back
Into sanity again.
I'm standing on my own again
And by only her accord.
Let's make the world
A little smaller...
Whisper to me anything at all
That you could find meaningful enough
To discuss through the cover of darkness.
For the first time in forever,
I'm whole once more.
I'm venturing deeper
Into your enchantment...
This new labyrinth I've found
That I only aim
To immerse myself in deeper
With every setting sun.
I can only hope
To grow like moss
Around your careless daydreams
And take hold of even the smallest bit
Of your brilliant brand of curiosity.
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