The fiery eyes
In which I became too familiar with
Was lost in a vision of adolescence.
With views of the future, and thoughts of the past
I remain broken,
But carefully mended.

I often reach out to you
In dreams, eloquently shattered
And memories, abusively collected.
Without the rememberence of who you are
Or why you came upon me
I simply wish for a beginning
That I was told to never recieve.

So, now that I hold a man
Who is charming in all his finery
I whisper gentle words of faith
Into one's ear.
"I love you, and sleep..."
I feel my body turn, so quietly
And ponder the years to come
And the years passed.
 
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