Evil's Silver Lining

losing is sometimes inevitable, whether doing the right thing or not

If I wasn't bad I wouldn't have met her

But because I'm bad I can't be with her

Because even in bad places she shines with her goodness

And I can't reach out to her and tell her that I could change

Attracted to a flower that grows in the wild

The flower that isn't ever going to be

I'm of land and she's of sea

I can only stare at the sun glaze at her skin as it sinks

And as it rises, my torture being the sight I see

The beauty I'll never have, always out of reach,

And everyday repeats. -

To Jaz & Jay

Author's Note

This is actually a complicated piece inspired by a complicated musician (Beethoven). His masterpiece Fur Elise. I feel like its unfinished and for that I apologize. Your views are much appreciated so I may improve this poem.