If love could rape,
if angels hate,
if blood could take away this pain;
if villains save,
if you weren't fake,
if I could wash away these stains,
if I could chant some spell,
if I could cure the soul,
if I could rewind time,
if I could fill this hole:
would I give up the shining monents
in which you were a god,
before I caught a glimpse
of who you are beneath your skin?
Would it be so great a sin?
Even knowing who you are behind your eyes,
knowing what I saw
when I peeked into your heart,
still you own my mind,
still I can't resist,
still you break my will,
still it's you I miss,
and I still try
to make you smile,
still I wish to be the one
to share your life,
to help you shine;
I am so foolishly undone.
Author notes
It's crap, and I know it's crap, but I have to get it out somehow.
And maybe posting it will make me hurry to write some stuff that ISN'T crap, so that it won't show up on my page anymore.
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What???
Is NOT crap...is meant to be a song. Put it to music. It begs for a melody, see if you can put it to one. I will work on a guitar piece and see if you like it. I won't promise it this week, though--opening the new shop tomorrow. :-) But I'll be living up there from now on, and I'll have my guitar and plenty of time. ... Why crap? I like the stanza-tization. Heh. I just coined a word. :-)
~~Ladee
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It was about Chris.
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