can you find relief in my bosom?
reality in my wisdom?
place aside pointless power struggles?
we were destined for dissuasion
no preordained honeymoon
void of fireworks and passionate dreams
a Renaissance of sorts
you'll find me amongst a sea of the unloved
drawn in as bees to the sweetest perfumed blossoms
carefully timed yet empty lullabies
disillusioned by stone cold hearts
why is the toll always so high?
firm stances at the drawbridge
painstaking lifting to reveal all we were meant to be
hell on earth when brilliant light conquers the dark
sacrificing love for the comfort of emotional abandon
trusting in evolution of a magnetism designed to disarm insecurity
allowing one's eternally soul-filled awareness to
...slowly burn away
© 2014 MCG
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