The more I learn to master analogy's,
less I feel like I belong here to anybody.
My heart has been torn to pieces by
the way her hips sway and that smile
of hers; but none of these things are
her doing, she didn't design her body.
No! It was God's perfectly cruel
joke. While only the sun set's rise
can compare, and in vain it does,
how precious her radiant beauty is.
In the prime of my demise I was
lucky to have met her at all, twice
as important that she had sense
to come home when she had. My life was
at a mess, nothing could achieve
what she had; helped me behave.
The surface of my soul was stormy and
unsailable; but just one look, just
one glance from her and I knew on
board I'd let her come. Revealing
my treasures, that chest I kept hidden
from everyone (lest be a pirate found
out). We wore the costume jewelry and
pranced about as if we were children
mimicking ancient Noble's, this fantasy
wasn't made to last. Nothing to me
could remain as pretty as the way
diamonds sparkle with sun ray's
kissing and licking their tiny
surface's. It was too late, if only
she'd said hi even three weeks earlier.
Tired of my immature obsession with a future
I couldn't possibly be destined to endure,
not until I let go of the past, she told me.
Then I had been set a cast for someone better-
no bitterness engulfed me this time, for
there was never a point to just sit still.
Time has come now, age has turned me from gull
to crass; but I know I'm content in this hell.
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