'Finding Myself.'

Surface ‘long side me, my sinewy sweet, The might within your precious lungs... has give me wings, Has gave me feet. Twinkle twilight, touch the sky, Open up my beauties kind, Breath into the morbid heart, And mend what lays within, apart. Suffice to say i do foresee, Every moment i may trip. i’m held in time, i can’t escape, i wish that i could get a grip. Kindred like feelings, with a bright shiny hue, Touching me inward, revealing just you, Pouring from every, singular muse, As i write... It is you. Surface ‘long side me, my brilliantly sweet, The might within your morbid heart... has give me wings, Has gave me feet. Dancing delightful on all of the sky, Hoping to touch it wherever it lie, Once upon a smiling star, i catch it, or at least, i try. Weathering yearn will not become so sheer, i’ll always soar ‘long side, to catch all the tears, Tingling with the perfect career, As i write... For my dear. Capturing you upon my page, The heart so morbid, bursting with rage, Bustling on, and spewing out, As i surface ‘long side myself no doubt. Gathering trickle on my brow, Touching me always, Touching me now. Touching me inward, revealing just you, Pouring from every, singular muse, As i write... It is you. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 03:53 AM PST, harry luck    18 • 0 • 12