"...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.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Do not fail yourself; for me.


"I don't know, it's going to take a strong man. I'm high maintenance and head strong."

"But if you love her......"



Allow a disassemble, bury me in red. Find every bit of intuition, and label it as dead. Touching lips of pursed perspire, one loves lust, is another loves desire. Force me to exceed my own credibility and take part of this, inevitability. Wit captured in shades of blue, I'm a green eyed monster; say. For true loves haste, I admit today.
Where to know, I find lost scene... because of what you've done; I begin to pheen. Inseparable moment of that one last touch, I feel loves thrust, I cringe, I clutch. Forth effort known to indulge this pain, your integrity, your loyalty, I long to gain. With me you'll take away all of life's last flaw, your heart, your heat, your figure; I'll gnaw.

Are you strong enough? Fast enough? And willing to show me your greatness?

If not....... then let me go and know you've failed yourself.

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