I see her there
A taste of heaven, a glimpse of light
The one who lies in the depths
The depths of my memory, the depths of peace
And the depth's of the creator's jealousy
Eyes
A pair of bright brown eyes sit in from of me
in the the creamy milk sea that is her skin
An enticing stare brings me forth, dragging me forth from the depths
Of my own pain, shattering my mask of arrogance to reveal my true form
That form of self-loathing that hides in the depths of my core
Skin
Skin so silky smooth and so pale that it inspires
Jealousy and hatred in doves
Yet its thick to protectec her the the cold
The unforgiving, cruel, godd-forsaken cold
Of a harsh world that offers her no understanding
Hair
Thick flowing waterfalls of crimson waves
So rich and beautiful, the gods feel shame
Undying shame compared to her perfection
It shines, bouncing back light
enough light to blind the sun, eternally burning the atmosphere
Smile
Her lips, so delicate
Calm and filled with the color of a rose
it hurts to see that smile fall
Her smile is but
A crescent moon that rests calmly
On the small jaw of a goddess
Form
A body so small and frail, yet so
Powerful and full of the strength
Of an unholy angel
Enough strength to keep me
Kept me crawling on
Hanging by the last thread of my sanity
The one I loved from the depths of my soul
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
I see her there
A taste of heaven, a glimpse of light
The one who lies in the depths
The depths of my memory, the depths of peace
And the depth's of the creator's jealousy
Eyes
A pair of bright brown eyes sit in from of me
in the the creamy milk sea that is her skin
An enticing stare brings me forth, dragging me forth from the depths
Of my own pain, shattering my mask of arrogance to reveal my true form
That form of self-loathing that hides in the depths of my core
Skin
Skin so silky smooth and so pale that it inspires
Jealousy and hatred in doves
Yet its thick to protectec her the the cold
The unforgiving, cruel, godd-forsaken cold
Of a harsh world that offers her no understanding
Hair
Thick flowing waterfalls of crimson waves
So rich and beautiful, the gods feel shame
Undying shame compared to her perfection
It shines, bouncing back light
enough light to blind the sun, eternally burning the atmosphere
Smile
Her lips, so delicate
Calm and filled with the color of a rose
it hurts to see that smile fall
Her smile is but
A crescent moon that rests calmly
On the small jaw of a goddess
Form
A body so small and frail, yet so
Powerful and full of the strength
Of an unholy angel
Enough strength to keep me
Kept me crawling on
Hanging by the last thread of my sanity
The one I loved from the depths of my soul
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