"...it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty...."

-Don Marquis, Lesson of the Moth.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

"Now aren't you adorable! Where are your parents little girl?"

It's not that I'm angry, upset, or in fear.
I'm just hesitant, obsolete, and desire you near.
If I could shed, but a few common grounds, I'd let go of my enhancements, and mimic your sounds. I'd lose every ounce of my uninherited glory, only to find that you my darling, are, but a story.

If I fail again, inside of my mind... will you accomplish for me a sort of remarkable find?
I limit to myself a sense of immortality, a finding of ones true heart and strong willed destiny. Open each allowance when I beg your demand... limit to me the slightest touch of your hand.

I pale remark, you stutter one bliss, I'm sort of that feeling from true loves first kiss. Freewrite your will and I'll revise your dear plan... for my angel you are my biggest fan.

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