Black roses and bare rigid trees;
Frozen towns and corrupted policies –
All the aspects that you want me to see,
Contrary to what I know -
To what I believe -
You see depths of darkness and indifference beneath,
But you have yet to convince me
That such an idea can be true,
Because all I have ever seen is you:
A chaotic work of art, with a defining balance of beauty and formality.
And maybe it’s taking you many years to see what I see,
But one day I’ll succeed in making you believe,
That a world without you – life without you -
Every imperfect, complicated and profound,
Delicate and stunningly beautiful, part of you –
Is a world that is further away from redemption,
And a life hardly worth living.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
Black roses and bare rigid trees;
Frozen towns and corrupted policies –
All the aspects that you want me to see,
Contrary to what I know -
To what I believe -
You see depths of darkness and indifference beneath,
But you have yet to convince me
That such an idea can be true,
Because all I have ever seen is you:
A chaotic work of art, with a defining balance of beauty and formality.
And maybe it’s taking you many years to see what I see,
But one day I’ll succeed in making you believe,
That a world without you – life without you -
Every imperfect, complicated and profound,
Delicate and stunningly beautiful, part of you –
Is a world that is further away from redemption,
And a life hardly worth living.
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