A contradiction of Love
10/01/2009 07:07 a.m.
I wish I could count them. The stars as I struggle to find a meaning in the destruction that explodes and destroys me. A smile and I am broken as she tells me that blue skies are abundant. So I drag the first step and wish you were a soul that I could be near. So I drink and dine and stab. But you're still there and my soul wants to find the perfect ending. But I'm not destined to have the ending fit for all tortured souls. So you laugh and I am in love. You make fun of me, and I am spellbound.