ardent tongues and dewy flies,
high teas in the country side,
half in love with easeful death,
there was no room for entaglements,
I was the blunt truth in a patch of myths,
I cease upon midnight with porcelain skin,
and ears in vain,
plates of anthems fade in my mind,
as I search the weary hillside,
passed the ponds and near the swamps,
I did not know but was indeed our spot,
where the fancy did not plead,
and the koi's seeked afternoons peak,
there my bliss is buried.
Never letting yourself love some one because you feel your not deserving of it, social status, friendships, and life simply gets in the way. Oh how I wish I could have kept you..
