Eyes still with the grasp of the illusion, mind blurry with the lie I feed myself daily. I see now that all I needed was your voice to wake me from myself. I had let corruption taint me like a cure-less poison flowing through my paper veins. The ill reverie now wiped, I am enlightened with the possibilities. There is much more for me than I had realized. Blue-eyed angel, reincarnated like I had decided because of your touching shoulder blades, the things I owe you will never lessen- there is not enough time in my short life to pay you back for what you have done and still do for me always.
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