Inside there is still a need
To harbor these few sensibilities
Now and until I am proven wrong
The cynical beast will always devour
The fleshier part of her
Beneath the fissure
A deep depression
Where the sacrificial lava flows
Another tear is wrenched away
By scorching winds
That unearth once again, his childlike aggression
The deadened pulp
Conveys no memory of his several attempts
Afterward equals pain without feeling
The moment of pleasure was gone so long ago
One day she will want it back, but for now she tells it to go
The original pleasure
Buried along with the name of her first love's endeavor
Her eyes unforgiving now
This dripping pilot snapped her heartstrings over the sea
And cleansed his overbearing nature with furtile seeds
Into the black ocean, he threw her unwanted soul
But the unfortunate effects of an enslaved youth
Could not obscure her profound knowledge of the real truth
The voyage was never fully completed, she still believed in love
Never satisfied, during any previous encounter
She taught herself to atleast try to find another
This radiant creature cloaked by a morbid pen
Caught our wilting flower by complete suprise back then
Compliments filtered down like icy water to cool her bruised cheeks
With such raw emotion, his soul offered something very unique
A trivial plunge into an empty pool, could take a lesser man's life
But the stars would intercede, fate had already claimed her to be my wife
A frost covered invitation
Inside of her mirage of a beating heart
The purest of feelings, morphed into a promise as the freeze lifted
And the twin spirits that were once congealed on both sides of the valley
Shattered seasonably, to form loving arms and changing leaves
Under the crushing fumes of a sweat covered lullaby
She felt the force of his breath
Bite down indefinately on those last remaining doubts
Words full of endearing tones
Dragged out those long forgotten moans
All of his obsessions penetrating her deep, inside her ears and rolled back eyes
And when daylight came, both were asleep
She had been his first
And he had replaced her's
The tradegys of the past that rejoiced in brevity
Could no longer steal her away from her own heart and her true destiny
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Submission Name: Her Finger Points To Heaven
