I know that its a little late,
And I'm a little insecure.
But I've realized that I love you,
If only I realized before.
I've done some horrid things,
Still sick memorys in my mind,
But in my ribs, my heart still trembles,
Hoping I havent missed too much time.
I liked your mystery, your strength.
Its probably why I first kissed you,
Your morbid, cynical, depth.
A kiss I now regret, for it was the kiss of death.
I wanted to be a drop of sunshine,
A teensy bit of hope for all time.
But then I was attached,
Wishing you would be mine.
But then I was attached,
Poured into you, what I could.
Baked our skin into sunburnt cakes.
Still sizzling, burning red.
What light, once shown, a flickering bulb for now.
Once a forced antagonizing glow,
I flicker, I wither, we wilt.
Like sunshine at its greatest fall.
For I believe the least in what was felt.
A kiss, a poisoned plague,
In memory still much more vague.
I wish our next kiss may be.
Still darker, in its mystery.
I'll come to thee, in darkest gloom.
To love and hold,
Slowly and yet, as can be, as soon.
A candles glow, of which--To know. |
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