Poorly Made Too Perfect

all of this is made for us
this
our world
shaped again from you and me
and all our thoughts and dreams
I wanted something...
more than this?
not quite
maybe just like this
as we were left
to our own devices
or maybe in our own two dreams
one each inside the other's thoughts
one each within our minds
and lives
changing
becoming...
I guess we had it coming in the end:
this love
we gave up on almost everything else
just to be close again
and feel each other's breath
a portion of an eclipse and then...
to know.
the world we knew will be no more
the world anew will be our moor
and we, anew
and something more
will be...

will be...

will be...

...Forevermore.




30 April 2007
1:25am
I wrote this in about 7 minutes.