Steve's F

Steve's F

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

For the man with the golden green gaze

For the man with the golden green gaze who made me cry tears for change; I'd shrinkwrap my life and make it pretty for you, take out the rage and the pain which flows through all that I am in order to live within the confines of structure and order and calmness you crave and created.
But then my heart would break and the seas would overflow with my blood, the sky would set its stormy growl upon you and all your tears couldn't wash away the stain of sorrow inside me.
You see, I died already  to live to be free another day.
Goodbye, sad love. 
 
 

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