Temple
Can you blame me?
For trying to save you
For trying to love
And complete you,
For becoming completely infatuated
And tortured with your mystery
The stories that hung on your lips
The ones so close to be relived,
Speak to me
But do not speak it into existence
Do not be scared
For as long as I stay,
The past will not repeat
You are created from unanswered questions
That shape your soul and posture
That define your every movement,
Why your body isn't your temple
But an haunting reminder,
Of torture and punishment,
Pain left throbbing in lonely, long nights
As the past,
Circles and taunts you in the shadows of the night
Nights that were never your friend,
For the darkness reminds of the secrets that will never leave your lips
Only shocking whispers that aimlessly wander in the comfort of your mind,
Do you not see?
I aim only to recreate you,
That not all darkness is evil,
And yes, you're a temple that deserves to worshiped,
Please do not believe your past,
For you are as pure and innocent as any other!
And worthy of untainted love.
-N.V.T