Beauty
Perfection
Wasted
I was ready to give myself to her
My heart
She cut and pasted
I was a simple prop
To occupy her time
If I was to leave
She would not mind
It haunts me
Her Child-like stare
Every strand
Of her red hair
Every plan
Every smile
It's been more than just
Alittle while
I'm not an artist
I can see her unattraction
Stemming from
My lack of action
Blistering boils of
Lethargic lust
In the end
Is there no one left
To trust?
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 3:42 PM UTC
Beauty
Perfection
Wasted
I was ready to give myself to her
My heart
She cut and pasted
I was a simple prop
To occupy her time
If I was to leave
She would not mind
It haunts me
Her Child-like stare
Every strand
Of her red hair
Every plan
Every smile
It's been more than just
Alittle while
I'm not an artist
I can see her unattraction
Stemming from
My lack of action
Blistering boils of
Lethargic lust
In the end
Is there no one left
To trust?