Along the long cold Atlantis, Passing just about all the tests of time.
In love, at peace. Is it wrong to want alone. To not miss and not be missed. To want nothing and no one more.
It has some kind of magic or science to be precise. Unholy, immoral and wicked they say; but holy, moral and virtuous I cry.
You made especially evident; for none you ever bent. Henceforth I will be aware, surely, angels aren't heaven sent.
Just keep doing what you have done to me. Please don't stop, I beg you, please.
All my strength invested, holding me back. I wish I could leap across the hallway, slap that oblivious look off your face. I see neither hurt nor guilt in your eyes, but I clearly see the pride in your smile.
If you love me, I beg we never say it. If you care for me, I beg you bury it.
She does reflect She does take form She hath no surfaces She seems to have no sides
Bird pessimistic alight in nest warm Seeks solace from swarm Takes freedom in own constitution to wallow Cornered in window shallow