My Last
Intense eyes,
hiding a beautiful lie.
Rehearsed many times, whispered to many hearts.
Weak in fleshly desires,
cannot comprehend a pure soul.
Slowly seeks to destroy what he cannot every acheive.
Cunningly he slips into an immoral disguise.
One of value and grace that fooled innocence and ended suffering.
Tearing down pain of years past.
Revealing a treasure.
This gift was not meant for your aesthetitic amusement.
An astrologer's manipulation.
An experiment without feeling to benefit the selfish.
When the blaphemer has been revealed the heart retreats.
Familiarity burns a thousand times hotter than before.
Now, water in sheeps clothing cannot even trickle through this wall you rebuilt.
If for one second you understood,
the extraordinary breeze that brushed up against your skin,
and whole heartedly accepted love,
where the only expectation was unconditional,
and the only condition was no expectations,
oh the blurred perception you would have had.
The fatal game of blindness and greed is yours to own forever.
Thank you for being my last love,
and the protector of my heart forever.
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