I aim to be pleased, and above all to be understood.
I dream of being cherished, but know I ask of a miracle.
Where is this saint who could treat me like gold?
When I’m feeling down in the dirt,
Ready to be sold, for my last ounce of dignity...
This has perished, and turned to stone.
What is left to be saved?
When Ive allowed myself to remain lost.
Is their a value to my life?
What exactly is the cost?
I’d love to be admired, admire to be loved.
I yearn a feeling of connection, could it possibly exist?
Is their more to a relationship?
Than skin on skin, and lips meeting in a kiss.
I await a galloping white horse,
And am met with remorse.
My standards may be high, but my sights are set low.
Romeo O Romeo,
In a trance, he walks off the page.
He’s standing in front of me,
As real as a mirage can be.
Men like him do not subsist.
Can’t possibly manage reality, which is this.
I allow myself to fall in love with a fictional character.
I continue living the life of a great English novel,
In which I have major control over, as the narrator.
About Me
- Sagnacious Deeds
- -I like people, i like things but most of all i like boats because they go places. -Sagal means sun showers. Or summer rain as i like to think of it. "Do you know what a summer rain is? To start with, pure beauty striking the summer sky, awe filled respect absconding with your heart, a feeling of insignificance at the very heart of the sublime, so fragile and swollen with the majesty of things, trapped, ravished, amazed by the bounty of the world." - The Elegance of the Hedgehog (Muriel Barbery)
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