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Too Beautiful
by Thief of Dreams
Could you be, ever further from me?
The farther I spy, the deeper the dark,
The longer I cry, more profound the stark-
Raving madness is, that blends in,
Within, this desperate sin.
Again I search, un-earth each Birch.
Scavenge some dignity from the roots,
Hide away from your eyes, suits-
Me just fine.
To not only find, but realize,
You can’t see me with those
All too beautiful eyes.
You are a signature Rose
Without thorns, without weather,
Without weather you will never wither,
Away.
Stay,
Smooth, perfect, innocent.
With a scent, that carries forever
In my heart, never to be
Spoken aloud, above the roots
Of this tree.
Me? I can never quite cry,
Out your name in the nick of time.
Before you turn. Gone, from my,
Life of the jester mime.
Quite funny, in itself,
With three belled hat, and powdered face
Quiet now, in myself,
While tears steak this mask, I cower in disgrace.
….
I can’t bare these cold hands anymore,
Why can’t I go to you to hold me?
This face of shame is driving me insane.
Why can’t I count on you to notice me?
You live with the thought you love all mankind,
Yet you turn so absently from me,
In this time of need.
Look at where I am.
So exhausted in my nights,
So daunted in my days,
So haunted in my dreams.
And you will never be asked to stay.
Only bare witness to me, please.
I should have known, (so sorrowful)
That you can’t see me at all,
You’re just too beautiful
