White

Dashing?
Pure?
Untainted?

No,
no
Not at all.

Warmth?
Comfort?
Haven?

No,
no,
not at all.

How can I discern
What is pure,
When my heart draws
Back in fear?

How can it be
A comfort to me,
When my heart embroils
In conflict?

No matter how untainted,
No matter how warm,
My heart is detached
I can't feel its meaning.
I can't open my soul.

Too white,
Not for me.
Too perfect,
I am not worthy.

Try,
They tell me.
I am really trying.
My very best.

Give me,
Please give me,
Some time.
A little
More
Time

Irony

Which part of my mind?
It's chasing my dream
Far, far away..
I lost track
Of the distance,
I lost track
Of the time.

Which part of my body?
It's inviting the pain
Closer, closer
I lost track
Of the sun,
I lost track
Of the warmth.

Unknowns.
Unknowns.
Yet,
So familar
To my heart.

Words so sharp
Sharp
Yet,
So soothing
To my spirit.

Aura so dark
Dark
Yet,
So calming
To my soul.

Undone,
Unfinished,
Yet complete.
Overflowing,
Abundance,
Yet empty.



Hanging.
Life.
Death.

Promise

Fears,
Lies,
Last.

Understood?
I doubt so.

Explanation?
I refuse it.

Analysing?
I hide away.

Don't forget me,
I hope.
Don't let that thing
Be the only thing
For you to remember me.
Don't allow my heart
To fear
Your wrath
And neglect.

Please..
Please..
I want that
So desperately
That I am willing
To give up anything
Anything
For you.

For you,
My heart saddens,
Like a
Everlasting sorrow,
That only
Star-crossed lovers feel.
Yet it rejoices
At the same time.
Without realisation,
Without comfort,
Without you...

My promise.