Self Loathing in Dependency
Oh it is a harsh reality I speak of today,
rather than soft colors and accentuated melody,
I would that my broken heart might say,
how much I do truly love her sweet deity.
In ancient verse a fond escape we choose,
to lose our own reality of course as concept.
We might rather think to openly amuse
than face the truth we can no longer accept.
In knowing love, I did forever touch eternity
in her grace, sweet smile, a tear in eye I mellow
to the innocence of truth she display in civility,
while I the man, demand and certain do bellow.
I found myself today standing at the edge of time,
knowing that I took for granted her love, sublime.