and i'm crippled by the earth of your eyes
watch the fog and mirrors thrown around us
m i s t
like your lips, like your whispers, like your
it might be nice--you know?
to feel something?
and there is me
[all fragmented and broken--just the way you like it]
and you're the lancelot to my tragedy,
cracked and gilded as my heart--initials carved in stone
letters intertwining youmeus
maybe this tragedy will end happily
do you hear their thunderous applause?
c u r t a i n . c a l l
[Author's note: i believe that abstract writing does not agree with me. hmm..]