Reality cripples
and still you persist
Light damages the lenses
As truth damages hearts
Not exactly a thing that cleanses
but still a selfless art.but words are useless
just like your toothless lies
that scatter with the flight of birds.
Just like all the others did
Perhaps they'll return with a glimmeror slip away as the memories grow dimmer.
At a glance you're beautiful
but you lead to nowhere
do you dare
sitting there
in that dashing sweatermade of wool.
Sweet disposition
if those fingers could stroke your cheek
and linger, so tender and meek
to show you, give you permission
She'll run away, don't make her.
Beseech her
Reach her
Hold herMold her
Into your curves
Into your art
Don't let them
tear her apart.