Snow flakes on the white bench,
Crows wailing at the black bay.
Peaceful, they claim it to be
A stranger in the darkness, a lover at sea.
The hopeful promises on the mind unrest
Is it the world or just me?
To few who know, for most who do,
For things lost, I care not for who.
Too many whores and thieves in disguise,
you fall with eyes blind not knowing why.
Farther I aim, I fail to see.
What I have now will make the most of me.
What the grains give to the womb
that makes it grow.
Like a poor man's meal,
I hate to throw.
" I promise this won't happen, I will let this be. "
As many times said, how many un-believed.
" You will be the one, to be my lovely wife "
Three hundred said to, one will choose thee.
Forgive not, for I know the truth
Is it the world or just me?
A fold on the heart's sleeve
as we stammer for prayers
the world that is groaning,
to do more than breathe, a less painful memory.
I wait for you to end the routine,
I wish you could see what it does to me.
Our lives are entwined, but you will never see
what lies inside us, shall serve its purpose to thee.
I will never be her, who walks helpless with no heart.
In love, you find weak. Strength as the prowess.
Death riding in a chariot,
stamps on the mahogany desk.
Black widows and white plain fish bowls.
Is it the world or just me?
I just watched K-Pax. And I feel different. Like some new found strength got stored back into my body.
If is a little word with a big meaning. But love is a 4 letter word with infinite power.
This feels great.
