02-06-2013, 01:22 AM
Remembrances like scattered scraps
Floating like ashes from a fire.
White heat of passion burnt
The living flesh, leaving only
Insubstantial, cobweb skeletons.
I could only be to you
What soul required
You could not be to me
What flesh desired.
Forever on parallel lines
Joining only in some theoretical universe.
Floating like ashes from a fire.
White heat of passion burnt
The living flesh, leaving only
Insubstantial, cobweb skeletons.
I could only be to you
What soul required
You could not be to me
What flesh desired.
Forever on parallel lines
Joining only in some theoretical universe.