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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Nov 12 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.12.20.58.804]] |
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Oh, dear candle lit so sweetly from within, I fear your presence as the darkest night, shadowless and constant from being so tightly woven together with ashen threads. I fear your mark upon my already marred flesh. I fear the existence of your soul in this callused and angry world. I fear I lack the tools to complete you. I fear the telling of this, a most preciously kept secret. But most of all, I fear for the solitude of it all, the unforeseen, not knowing what this will mean in my life. It isn't that I don't love you, I shall, always and forever. It is just that I can't seem to place where you belong in all of this hopeless mess or why god has chosen me to be the river that carries you into the raging sea... |