Sunday, 12 December 2010

Continental

Adoration; an honest yet overwhelming state,
How can I accept such an honest gift,
When I am so... impure?

Your beautiful words, touch me; small blessings
Eyes of curiosity beat deep within me; intense

I want to hide
And cower away
From all I cannot face

I am strong and I hold a wall
The front of a shinning shield

One sword,
One thing only,
Can withstand my might;
The heart that of another,
Emotions pure and fresh.

It scares me, and I shake right
Through, chills through to,
My bone.

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