To be continued

June 26, 2013

Parts of me

I place the love of me in a cup, tossing it to the end of a endless table

Preying as is glides, that it'll reach the edge and fall

I place my commitment in a bag, a black hole is where I threw it

Doing the same with my Hippocracy,my offection, my happiness,and with all the tears I Snead for you over the years.

Why I do this?

Why disassemble?

I'm doing it to find how I love you, how should I a feeble being like my self

How do I love a freshly polished diamond, like you

With sun kissed skin, so potent that God has yet to find a light that you don't look good in

With a smile, a smile what light the realm of my life no matter how mad I find myself.

And that mind of yours, giving, prospures, stubborn....

So seeing that I still haven't found how,I continue

Tearing off my flesh

Ripping out my lung

Pouring out my blood

Still nun, as I stand here as a fragile abode,

I notice a glow, bright a vim at the same time

As if that glow was here fighting to shine but still going

Reaching for the light I fall...into the cup, thru the bag and softly in to the black hole.

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