absolute silver

Love, oh my love, how I yearn for you now.

The space is painful.

I'm running to the edge, to only stop at the precipice and say no.

I really want to fly but your wings haven't grown.

No conventional wisdom can save me from this tragedy.

Only my dagger will taste me in the end.

Her solid silver edges entering me through this skin.

She's so cold and strong, unbearably strong that I can't stop her from her absolute intrusion.

Always in front of this mirror, baffled by my stunning stupidity.

Is love so true or is it another passing of time?

So easy are these words, this dialect of the heart.

Am I relevant, or am I not?

Do my hands make you love me or does my soul draw you closer?

Is this a box or is this a new frontier?

Shall I have the silver or shall she have me?

Reviews

[KCthelastboyscout]

This is a quiet yearning but it speaks volumes.anyone involved in a relationship with someone can relate to this immediately. Required reading for all in the cafe