IGuessItsOkay
10/14/03, 06:48 PM
You would not believe the steps
I have taken
to climb the pantheon
of your red hair, and neck
nothing has been useless.
With a Mother's sensitivity
and a Dad's mind,
I choke the lines
that made her perfect for me.
It has almost been too easy.
With the millenium comes my preferred death
on bleeding scars.
I am charred
for giving a match to a Tigress.
Oh, nothing means less.
Red black death eyes, perfect blue green
in scary nightmares.
Spiraling Red Hair.
A question mark halo's the word been
begging me, pleading, to scream.
I shut the door on undone things,
Leave this sensual palace.
How careless,
my tongue is in the door as the bell rings
and you come running, wearing nothing.
But I, foolish old me of uncertainty,
twist her lock,
feel the shock
of electric gates lit up for centuries.
Now there's nothing but memories.
Fully exposed, you are glowing
so bright
it burns my eyes.
The spinning globes spin slowing
and I am Descartes, knowing.
But now, my ruby skeleton,
I am the burried.
And I'm wary.
Your hair resembles my rising sun,
throbbing with each muttered shun.
And this room has been my death.
You've killed me, dear.
So insincere.
You know I will never accept second best,
and I am forever not your head-rest.
(please comment)
I have taken
to climb the pantheon
of your red hair, and neck
nothing has been useless.
With a Mother's sensitivity
and a Dad's mind,
I choke the lines
that made her perfect for me.
It has almost been too easy.
With the millenium comes my preferred death
on bleeding scars.
I am charred
for giving a match to a Tigress.
Oh, nothing means less.
Red black death eyes, perfect blue green
in scary nightmares.
Spiraling Red Hair.
A question mark halo's the word been
begging me, pleading, to scream.
I shut the door on undone things,
Leave this sensual palace.
How careless,
my tongue is in the door as the bell rings
and you come running, wearing nothing.
But I, foolish old me of uncertainty,
twist her lock,
feel the shock
of electric gates lit up for centuries.
Now there's nothing but memories.
Fully exposed, you are glowing
so bright
it burns my eyes.
The spinning globes spin slowing
and I am Descartes, knowing.
But now, my ruby skeleton,
I am the burried.
And I'm wary.
Your hair resembles my rising sun,
throbbing with each muttered shun.
And this room has been my death.
You've killed me, dear.
So insincere.
You know I will never accept second best,
and I am forever not your head-rest.
(please comment)