An imprint of an angel across my breastplate
In the years of my youth,
I was the principle of familial joy
The emerald that shown in that octagon
Which bars crossed to show the beauty
As a precious stone, unadulterated
I was once treasured, held tight
These autumn winds blew
And I forgot my face
Lost all remembrances of long ago
Those nights amidst the closed curtains
And books that filled my mind
Left an imprint
I have the scars on my wrist
Angry glass that scraped across skin
That was so easily bruised
I see it in the morning
While I shake the dust of my mask
To line it with velvet
Sprayed in cologne
To give to all
I don’t know why
You spoke in summer breezes
And I answered in muffled roses
I shake off all bits of myself
My past is muddled with visions
Of my dreams and forgotten memories
I cannot help but what I am
My face does not shine through
As I would like it
I am not a grave
I feel
I don’t have the talents that you possess
Their locked away
I can’t explain it properly
I want to give all
But my demons hold my hands
I want so desperately to fly with you
But I am stoned in my coliseum
While I see the glint in you
And I wince
To have the strength to gaze those brown eyes
I would be a champion
But I am weak
All I can hope for is a pen
So I can have writings
That dwell upon your image
Because you are my stars
It wasn’t far off
I wish you knew
How I long.....
