Created with such precision,
what stars were you born under
to keep me in such a trance with
those eyes that hypnotize the most
hardened of hearts to take moment a
suspended in time to bask in the beauty,
truly in the eye of the beholder.
If only to hold you closer for a few
seconds of living the high life,
not wanting to come back down.
Silence fell as the setting was set
then the wheels turned on your heels
quick so as to keep my heart in check
with your "Miss You" and my lack of
blinking eyes to not miss a moment.
My useless rhyme reaching for stars
not meant for me, doesn't mean it's
not mean to be.
But this moment is mine and my refusal
to return will be my downfall.
That smile compromises any thoughts
of moving on to the next of many vices
that no longer exist amongst a mist of
past decisions that led to this moment
with such precision. This feels so familiar,
like a dream I've had many times, but can't recall.
Mind jumbled, body fumbled, words mumbled;
incoherence seems to be the norm.
But as you look my way, I look away
to preserve the memory of this moment forever.
Your structure: a bombshell. Where to take shelter?
My heart can't withstand another shock
or a tremor before the walls collapse from
total relapse. I'll take my chances,
too bad I missed my chance for this romance.

08/08/2012

Posted on 08/09/2012
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