Sunday, March 8, 2015

The Perfect One

A miracle in God's own creation
Someone Just for me
An image in my head, a memory in my imagination
To come and take me away from here and set me free

A demonic angel, someone to break the spell
A deep hole in my dreams
To cure me of all my heartache and make me well
But all so crazy as this may seem.

My deepest fear is that I may arise
And I will not hear your voice
But to my joy, my pride, what a surprise
An outstanding pristine choice

I am not being picky , or arrogant, or rude
I want to be completely and utterly sane
But mind my girlish and immature attitude
Because in reality I am transparent and plain

Until the day I waltz upon death and bones
I stay pure and angelic inside
But my heart is no longer full of love but yet stones
If you can't hear me, at least I tried

My dignity, my trust, are all long gone
I will search every mountain at its highest till dawn
My knees are going weak I can no longer stand
Hopefully you completely  understand

To my death bed walking, I will go
My talents, my desires, and my wants plan the way
Time moves not fast but ever so slow
Deep inside your heart I want to stay

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