Your half made promise, broken, again.
In the absence of the reassuring delight,
Know that my love for you will remain.
I must confess: I know I am betraying us.
And I must apologise for loving you.
Well, here it is, my empty realm, again.
Mapped from a tearful, faithless heart,
A reflected dimension of soulless eyes,
Echoed in voiceless, tongue tied lies.
Your half made promise, broken, again;
Every lost Paradise you etch in me,
And the frescoes of my walled in mind
Crumble in ecstasy each lonely night.
In the absence of the reassuring delight
Of your brilliant, magnesium presence
I write these scourging words for you, here,
To read when the final goodbye draws near.
Know that my love for you will remain
Eternal, despite all that is preordained.
You never asked for it, sweet, I know
I leave it nevertheless, as, with a kiss, I go.
I must confess, I know I am betraying us
By daring to hope for any kind of future.
And in the conception of this dream of you
A void is created where I banish all truth.
And I must apologise for loving you
For in doing so, I will surely leave soon.
Surely, I will leave you soon.
� Lishesque
Wednesday 18th May 2005 3:12 am