neatest strips of me
symptoms of tarnished soul
comforted by sighs
unguarded and pure
tangled up in truth
the woven layers of mind
you saw into my dreams
through brooding crypts of time
which wish to stay awake
victims of love denied
through beckoning ordeal
whatever may betide
you peeked into my strength
and all into my pride
through dusty shelves of old
regrets as steeple high
to put me in a rut
witnessed by falling skies
wetted by tears of joy
and parched with breeze of lies
for its a choice you shall
bequeath upon this being
unfurl upon my life
as surly autumn screen
amidst your promise which
hints of a crawling day
i tasted purest love
heartlessly ripped away
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
neatest strips of me
symptoms of tarnished soul
comforted by sighs
unguarded and pure
tangled up in truth
the woven layers of mind
you saw into my dreams
through brooding crypts of time
which wish to stay awake
victims of love denied
through beckoning ordeal
whatever may betide
you peeked into my strength
and all into my pride
through dusty shelves of old
regrets as steeple high
to put me in a rut
witnessed by falling skies
wetted by tears of joy
and parched with breeze of lies
for its a choice you shall
bequeath upon this being
unfurl upon my life
as surly autumn screen
amidst your promise which
hints of a crawling day
i tasted purest love
heartlessly ripped away
Fiction.
