Beth
Reel me in, I’m feeling further
My Desmond daze reaps a soulful yearn as you cross my plain
Reaching out yet only my eyes feel you
She’s God’s oath
Betwixt my folded arms that stitch, twist a soulless gaze In which I cannot define
More-so, Regretfully refined
But as I realize that she was right
The moment has come for her to exit my life
She’s everything horrible about perfection
Winter’s perspective of autumns lesson
She’s every color of a supernova
An explosion to only bring me closer
Her mouth a blade to make me fall to bits
Touching her means cherishing your fingertips
Sweet violet tendencies
Wasn’t it Eros who got in the way of his own arrows?
Begotten to lay alone forever
Begotten to write my own little words
What an unusual way to whimper
“I need you tonight”
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