Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Barren Frost on a Time Quite Lost

A sweet summer’s day was finally here
The flowers had blossomed their brightest in cheer
Birds softly chirping in the calm morning air
Their tune mixed with life’s buzz, so light and so fair
The trees spread out branches, stretched up in a yawn
Loving the treat of this warm breezeless dawn,
But oh! The squirrels are beside themselves laughing at me!
The pixies and fairies are grinning you see,
But you can’t see, you won’t see, refuse to at least
In your mind you’re the boy still, not a large scruffy beast.
There’s good and there’s bad, nothing above or between
You refuse possibilities to believe and be seen.
Stick to the safest bet that there is
Two small loves, one soulless, the other a sweet Ms.
Summer hates winter, and hot it hates cold
Yet you, my dear, are challenging, rebellious, and bold
You told me you loved me, you gave me your heart
It beat in my hands for a second to start
The again! And again until snatched back into place
Bump Bump, Bump Bump
Asserting itself to its regular pace
You can’t taunt and flaunt with a hole in your chest
I know there are others, and you’re trying your best
But your best at what? Hurting the lot? Or just hurting me?
Behind those blue eyes you’re twisted, you see
This is not what I want.
So I stand by and watch my handsome wolf go
Over the hills towards a bleak barren snow
Perhaps this fight I cannot win
To keep something so free would seem a sin
Though free is the last thing he claims, of course
Owned by addiction of blood, that seems the source
Of all his woes and troubles and tears,
The key to his worries and childish fears
How easy it would be to blame the blood
Stupid, hateful, spiteful blood!
Though quite the idea that does sport
Blood is blood, and object of sorts.
A silly creature he is, a silly creature he’ll stay
I think, as I bring myself back, and look away.
A single tear rolls down my face
I wipe it away with a quiet disgrace
A silly girl to cry over a silly thing
Though I shan’t ponder all too deeply, god knows what that would bring…

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