truth
so clear now thismemories of an angel remain on my lips
wanting...waiting...patiently as i reminisce
on my touch of heaven..but on this world now i miss
the feeling...i think im addicted
but this addiction is one im not restricting
because to do that would give me an incurable affliction
because that would mean restricting my affection
no one is perfect an no this is not perfection
but a parallel high which gives its reflection
that i can have this inverted perfection
this high this addiction this newfound truth
this inverse feeling to perfection to me is new,
new feelings are allright to me so im going to live it through
Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2006-04-25 at 00:17
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