Wednesday, May 30, 2012

sonnet one hundred thirty four

basking in the totality of
your being, regardless if it
is breaking half the time,
my eyes see nothing but

the desire to continue, the
need to be, the oppressing
ache to be beside you,
my eyes see more than

the mistakes you would
punish yourself forever for,
more than the undefined

borders of the pain we have
caused each other, more than the
dreams you thought would not unfold.

No comments:

Post a Comment