Friday, October 23, 2009

nutrition

I try to pen beautiful pieces,
Express myself through these tattered pages.
Between lines of fiction and ruses,
Truth tied only to your flawless features.
Amongst the vastness of god's creations,
You must be his prized possession.
I've been down on bended knee,
Waiting to be knighted with your feathered kiss.
On my path long have i treaded,
O so far i don't regret it.
Yes tis true i am not gifted,
Lock me up if your heart allows it.
Dreaming of saving you is foolish,
Alas, i am but only a humble peasant.





Without you, i'm won't be dead. But i wouldn't be living.