words intertwined like legs.
*** idealism
in everything you said.
naive yet wise with tide,
your mistakes pushed your stride...
and I admired, yet
knew pity welled inside.
You were used, aborted.
You were just paraded
You were just escorted
you were smart yet you allowed
yourself to be their crown.
I could never catch you
I wanted to obtain
one night of our passion
capsulised, for me
to look back on, remember.
the idol, the puzzle
the sheer depth
yet lack of
the ultimate of you.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 4:58 PM UTC
words intertwined like legs.
*** idealism
in everything you said.
naive yet wise with tide,
your mistakes pushed your stride...
and I admired, yet
knew pity welled inside.
You were used, aborted.
You were just paraded
You were just escorted
you were smart yet you allowed
yourself to be their crown.
I could never catch you
I wanted to obtain
one night of our passion
capsulised, for me
to look back on, remember.
the idol, the puzzle
the sheer depth
yet lack of
the ultimate of you.