you perceive me as glass
fragile and not yet aware
what is knowing and what is knowledge?
“because to tax and to please is no more than to love and be wise, is not given to men”
so what is love if not reciprocated
I don’t have the word, just the experience
I wish I knew me like you think you do
my memories are tainted while you stand laughing
I know you'll fall and it will be beautiful
and when you do and I'm still here
I will bask in the glory of the universe and smile because life is cruel to the wicked and abused
what is fair and what is true
I give up knowing what I cannot
I know I'm better and you the ill
but only the wise and pure of soul can know what I do
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