To Destroy Something Beautiful
Laying here with her
thinking of another
Feeling Low-life's grip on my lobes.
the pulsating heart-beat of pressure.
Let go, Let go!
She wont, she can't, she knows not what i do.
Inevitable,
My first.
Not loves First
Just situations, experience.
Stolen from me
in a way.
She took it from me willingly,
and i gave it to her with open hands,
cradled it for a moment
and hurled it at her soul.
I overthrew it though
and Lust caught it
and ran with it for quite some time
Only to be found down a road.
A road on which led
to this Full Circle, my cul-de-sac.
A unique experience,
When one is caught by the balls.
Questioning everything,
Fine tooth-combing the
follicles that are my life,
That is and has been fleeting.
Catching glimpses of
Hot Air balloons in
the Arizona Desert,
Colorblind.
Oh, Ms. Sparrow
If only it were true
that all things,
die alone.
Falsehood I know now.
My memories are reality
to me, to each their own.
Join me in my dilemma.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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