Simplistic reproach to your forbidden helplessness
The digression seems obvious,as obvious when danger lives
where the knives have seemed most endless
through the back
into the love
inside the humility
Behind your only shadow lies a place where we could fall
a pavement caressed with your being, or an image made of sentiment
what ever it was worth, it doesn’t seem to be it
Perhaps life is just a muse,to attempt and fail,to fail at attempt
Mostly failure to become obviously inept
As ridiculous as the passing moon phases
it’s like an image painted in black
in approach to ruin the artistry, you must make effort in several coats.
this image of you in my brain, is more profound.
Nothing tends to go
not you,not life,not breaking,not lies
A linger memory of your face
the one i’ve tried to kill several times
Your bones held me as weak as mine had been
and your soul guides me blindly to the person i had within
your bones became my weakness,an addiction nonetheless
i’ve fallen down on purpose, for you to hold me in their tenderness.....


meh...just a thing i wrote tonight...not really with a purpose..just haven’t written for a while..so...HERE YOU GO..A LITTLE DIDDY to rest your mind on for a while...-meeee ::Protege Moi::