| Simple Playthings |
| Bemused, you watch the play of lights in the skky as if they perform soley for you. The twinkling stars gather themselves in your eyes, a congregation at worship in their makeshift temple. And when I glance into your shimmering orbs, I'm drowned with delight in their silver gleam. In your touch, I find my sweet surrender, waiting with expectant arms. How I love to be washed away in your beauty, Believing for once, in a world less destroyed. You have mirrors in your mind, reflecting your thoughts and mine until they resound even more deafaning than the crushing wave of your falsified passion. I drown in your smothering sympathy, seduced by your boundless pity. I was never what you wanted, never what you wanted. But yet, I love to sleep in the fantasy you indulge so graciously upon my wounded pride. Ever wounded, ever failing. I am a withered ruin at your feet. Pretend that you love me, no one else will. I'm no damesl in distress, only deluded and sore, and oh so forgotten. I am your devoted marionette, a plaything to make your time a little less still. So quickly, use me up, wear me out, so that I might be like the stars, and dance only for you. Keep me In your world a little less destroyed. -- end (November 21st 2002) |