Beth

Reel me in, I’m feeling further My Desmond daze reaps a soulful yearn as you cross my plain Reaching out yet only my eyes feel you She’s God’s oath Betwixt my folded arms that stitch, twist a soulless gaze In which I cannot define More-so, Regretfully refined But as I realize that she was right The moment has come for her to exit my life She’s everything horrible about perfection Winter’s perspective of autumns lesson She’s every color of a supernova An explosion to only bring me closer Her mouth a blade to make me fall to bits Touching her means cherishing your fingertips Sweet violet tendencies Wasn’t it Eros who got in the way of his own arrows? Begotten to lay alone forever Begotten to write my own little words What an unusual way to whimper “I need you tonight”