(no subject)

Feb 02, 2004 09:52

What a light recollection to remember such things.

Blurred lines always seemed to highlight you
defining your character best.

Nothing is real in this world, except what we choose
so why not choose to make the memories yours
and the pain all mine.

It was always the calling card of a simple way
to lay claim as the heroine of this story.
All the benefits of coming out on top
with no risk while feigning effort.

No conception that these strings
who emanate that very soul
could still be pulled and torn away.
Yet glow just as brightly, in rebellion of death
and still love you all the same.

Step back a few paces to see the ocean move
it has no form, no stability yet is easily controlled.
As you walk from day to night I follow back and forth
teetering between consuming the body or raising you up

Though this moon spends it days
playing games of passion with the sun
the sea will follow whether she is lit or dark.

It will not care if the time of sun
is spent without end of aggression.

This sea will come and go for only one.
Previous post Next post
Up