Monday, 2 March 2015

Clarity

A full moon, clear skies, a clear mind and a clear heart.
You are the resulting image from this moment of clarity.
You are the modest one.
Beautiful as you are, you gave yourself to me,
My imperfections poisoned it. 
Alas, here I stand, alone, you've departed from arms.

I will chase.
Allow this one last thing, that you'll give me the chance to earn you back.
It's been brief but I could not tell you the last time the thought of a woman brought me this much joy.
The pleasure that erupts at the thought of you,
The pain that pierces as a result of the distance between us.
I chase for the mixture of both emotions.

You've lit a flame long since put out in my life.
This flame burns with the intensity of the flames of hell,
But lights up my path like the golden streets of heaven.
Don't put it out my dear,
Let it burn.
I'll show my scars with pride.

And if this is love, I'll let the flames engulf me whole.

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