Friday, July 13, 2007
PerfectionNicholas Alan Tillemans
It's my destiny.
When I look at you, what I see
Are changes to be made,
Sushine cloaked in shade,
A heart to shape and use
And tenderness to bruise.
You should see it in my eyes
Behind my sweet words, insincerity and lies,
The ugly creature wrapped in skin
With fists, teeth, hatred and sin.
But you guard your dreams,
The wind in your hair and the world at your feet.
And you dream your life away
As I decay.
Wenky
6:36 AM
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