Face to Face

For here and now you faulter the lattice path.
Golden dreams bring much to love,
even in seeking which you hath done.
For a shuddering sound even though nothing is found.

Planting the kiss of such is a funeral right.
It wasn't the fight or last night,
that leaves you dead and so I have fled.

So very near yet far, to toss and turn from ajar.
Come here and dress me up,
destroy my limbs and make peace.
For you are surely to fall and break.
No I never ment fake.

You are real so new and limp.
I find myself wondering if you are a wimp.
Should making the amends change a thought,
not one word will be told that we ever fought.

So fragile and sweet, what a nasty freak.
Shriek I shall and die all to swell.
We both die face to face.
A smirk wrinkled on your face.