2003-08-24 - 2:26 a.m.
I loved you.
you offered of yourself so genuinely
so real I'd cry
how could I not fall for what appeared to be
for you and I?
now I flit about the outskirts of a memory
like do or die
a constant state of flux is all I ever see
I won't ask why
I've quit searching for the reunite taboo
though in my final breath my thoughts will be of you
who you were
to me
who I was
to you
how it came to be
that it wasn't true...
BUT I'd stop at nought to see you
jump right off this tilt-a-whirl
be the knight who comes to free you
be the keeper of the pearl
.
I can't let you go
I can't take you in
it's a stretch to know
that my acumen
isn't going to make this easy for me
I'm just reaching in the dark desperately
and it's all become elusivity
please. no more talk of my illusintimacy
I've grown wary of my love
like heavy clouds which loom above
and humid stickiness attaching to my skin
(you feel you need another shower when you've been
outside for just a quarter hour (after you've been in))
but it flows like such a paradisic waterfall
and all the droplets echo off the lava wall
which seems to summon octopi, unfathomed aches
all the tentacles, and all anticipated breaks,
but those aren't real you see
not real like you and me
and we can find a way to overcome the fears
we'll kiss the battle scars we've won over the years
like the song, "you'll only cry those happy tears"
exceed the last time till each passtime disappears
and gives new rise to faithful ties and loving arms
a bond that sees beyond the surface of your charms
that puts to rest all of the caution and alarms
and holds you gently but securely safe from harms
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