once again
a child finds hope
in a thing he
cannot comprehend?
there is beauty
in the non-understandable
beauty in the things
we cannot make sense of.
Shit im in love
with a woman
who holds me
like a young girl
with long golden locks
holds a small plastic doll
with soulless eyes.
Shit im in love
with a woman
who finds me
attractive
although
unacceptable as a love.
love is shit
I shall cry.
love is shit
because I have yet
to find one pure
because those
are unattainable
as the days that have passed
are.
Understand, what I cannot,
but shall try and comprehend
understand that time is the murderer
of the angelic form of our deepest desire.
Time has murdered my love,
as it has kept it away.