More Often Then Not

April 14, 2010
By mattsmith GOLD, Cedar City, Utah
mattsmith GOLD, Cedar City, Utah
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Thine eyes are a precipice
From which dreams may come
Thine spirit is a mystery
My prerogative is to solve

Your beauty is your grace
Perfection in solace
Perfection in fallacy
All my whispers in the dead of night
Are calling after you

I gaze past the steel of the heart
You guide my way
Please guide my way
I look past the fire burning in your soul
I hope everyday
I die everyday

Thine eyes are mourning
Let me stay for you
Thine spirit is in grief
Let me give for you

Thine alter is heartbreak
From which nothing is absolved
Thine cross is your beauty
Let me die for it all

Every moment never ends
Every dream is further sustenance
For if I never met you
I would be nothing

The author's comments:
Soemthing sexual, something religious...we all have felt this before.

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