I have been struck by the brilliance of your smile
As I saw you looking at me
Even as I know it was never intended for me
The warmth has blinded me
Its like looking at the sun
Its dazzling light and I close my eyes
Tears have misted my vision
My eyes were only meant to stare at the moon
And the flickering stars of dusk
The pinkening of the skies
Not the fire of thy eyes
Cause fire warms
And then consumes
It burns
Scarring my mind
As your initials are engraved upon my scream of thoughts
Written among the persistant rocks
Of reality
As it withers into fantasy
Engraved forever
upon my memory.
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
