Rose Tinted Spectacles

Written by: Conor Jordan

The Girl I Have, is Forged With Such Beauty,

That The Lines That Have Carved her Face,

Force Me To Weep Myself Into Blissful Insanity.


I Can Flick Through Photos of Women Previous,

The Nostalgia Moves Me, and The Electricity,

Vibes Through My Fingertips, I Still Love Them.


                    - Of Course I Do -


I Never Didn't Love Them, Their Mere Memory,

And Their Physique Not Balanced By Youthful

Appearance Has Given Way to Soul Scarring Features.


Why Did I Have To Pick The Most Attractive Women?

As Harsh as It Is To Admit To Myself, It's Harder To

Remove The Beauty From My Head, Than The love.

                     
                     - Here We Go... -


Leafing Through The Dead Nostalgic

Images of My Memory, Spread Like

Velvet Crimson Stretching Across An

Indigo Plain. The World Is Drowning,

Yet She Saved Me With a Single Freckle.

                      
                      - It Reminds Me She Was Real - 


Lifeless and Demanding, The Beating

Ended and Took With It His Essence.

Icicles Ruled His Path When She Left,

Gradients of Rock Rose and Trapped Him,

Hell Without Her Beside Me.


                       - But I'll Always Be a Slave To Her Majesty -


Majestic Indeed, an Entire Culture Built 

Inside My Head, Specifically Designed To

Cater For Her Worship. This Soul Has Waited

Aeons For Her Entity, and I'll Strive To

Emancipate Her Existence. I'll Feed between Her

Loins and Make her Scream My Name: An

Accidental Meeting Turned To Freedom of Grace.


                        - I'll Take Her To My Grave -



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For The Girls That Have Made This Existence Just That Little Bit More Breathable...