Thoughts and dreams… and mystery.
She sings to me
With
Such
Broken
Promises.
I cling to Her twisted stains.
For my life.
(in disbelief)
In terror, I am Her puppet.
In life, I am Her master.
In troubled keep.
I dance Her wake.
I wrap myself in Her mistakes.
For Her misery is my desire.
A steadfast plan of mire.
And desolate beauty.
Seen.
Lost in Her seams.
I long for Her lonely glance.
Of high esteem.
Wasted elegance.
On Her shore’s sleep.
I weep bountifully.
For Her bounty.
Lost in Her world.
I am Her soul mistake.