Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Theft

Entered the institution with dreams of happiness and innocence
All I accept was the vengeance and disastrous
Half conscious and I'm feeling lonely and regretful
I gaze at Calyspo's eyes with attention set full
Many nights evaporated and I never embraced
the thoughts and insecurities keeping her in place

I grew older, less wise and more active
Conversing about life in a suburban nature
Perhaps missing lessons of when
I should tell the girl what itd mean
to live with her in a world rid of tragedy
locked down in the gaze of innocence

We parted ways and I kept the smile in a box
Theft swept her in the sea as she sailed on
Gin no longer the sin in the pirate's oversight
They all stole her life overnight
Not the villians but their jokes, profession in theft
as she cries they leave for the short lived tale

Hit by the thorns I bleed my misplaced bride
Inside the veins of the good times we ever had
Come across the old photos of you and I, when we tried
I stared and imagine the tragic decisions
Thin reality came and committed theft
and left, never to hep, we confront, what I need from you

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