adimon
05-11-2007, 05:56 PM
This is our story I'm living.
Clinging to the hope that life holds
the sweetest flower for me,
salted away in secret.
The flipside of the coin -
your blazing golden face -
the face of my dreams;
sculpted by a trembling hand
in suffocating blackness.
Alone without light,
I yield to you my sadness.
My promise.
Like a dying man,
I impress my own likeness into
the other side of the coin,
opposite yours. But
the lines in my face show
no joy. Next to yours
it is no face at all.
As extremes wrought in gold under amber light,
we could be together. But together, I fear,
all our wishes would be granted. All of our
dreams destroyed.
Clinging to the hope that life holds
the sweetest flower for me,
salted away in secret.
The flipside of the coin -
your blazing golden face -
the face of my dreams;
sculpted by a trembling hand
in suffocating blackness.
Alone without light,
I yield to you my sadness.
My promise.
Like a dying man,
I impress my own likeness into
the other side of the coin,
opposite yours. But
the lines in my face show
no joy. Next to yours
it is no face at all.
As extremes wrought in gold under amber light,
we could be together. But together, I fear,
all our wishes would be granted. All of our
dreams destroyed.