Capsulated

I picked a flower
For you my dear
This morning
Soaked myself in the thought

I am dying with this
With this wreck inside me
I want to do this to myself again

A tunnel that goes
Too far for us to see
I can't get any closer
To stop from freezing

Even though
 I love you so much
The third world war of hearts
Unsown at the seams of these fibrils

Hanging by a noose
But I know I'll always dream of
You missing her in riddles

Who says I shall not be
So inconsistent
A temptation to caress
Sheltering from my own storm
A Violent flood of tears
That will wash away your love for me

Why has it all been so broken up
Corners
harboring the pieces
No-one will ever find me
If I get lost

©Littlejoga 11/07/01

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