Third eye transpires,
You know that you’re above it all,
But doubt creeps in,
Trying to maintain that faith,
And having intentions all the best.
Trying to float above,
I hate that you know my truth,
And that I’m drowning in this filth,
Trying to birth that blessed fruit.
I just wish that,
You could see my beating heart,
The cries beyond the glare,
The way that my face lights up at innocence.
That you could see that, I care most about love,
Even though I hate almost everything.
That you could interpret my anger as insecurity.
To see past my every contradiction,
And to give me credit for surviving it.
This was never meant to be,
I had it all to offer,
But you still chose the other.
A sweet heart,
Versus her scorned.
Is all that she will offer.
I believe that I will always love you,
And isn’t that worthwhile?
A heart so pure,
That can love what it cannot secure.
You fought it, hard.
Hardly enough, to be honest.
It was an honest attempt,
But we got lost in the sonnet.
Too special to be cool,
Too right to be a fool,
Too fast to be this long.
They laugh at us as we sing along,
They knew it all along,
But never were we wrong.
The humour inset in our beliefs,
All along we longed,
To be against the perfect storm.
We were never too old to be this young.
I’m sorry it wasn’t late enough,
To hold me back from,
This pro-longed longing,
For our holy love song.