Infallible...you are,
and my imperfections are at stake!
vanity, pride all human mistakes
but you and your composed aristocracy
sweep with grace such blatant fallacies.
infallible,you are
and I fell
only I fell
and I only fell.
I fell and for you I fell
but infallible you are!
such cold perfection exists alone,
in deities etched,
in cold ,staunch stones.
hah! u just wrote what i am feeling, simple good
ReplyDeleteI would love to know more, for the context in which I have written this poem is ineffable. I just had to put it down, it is not a blame, a doubt or even admiration, it is just senseless devotion. Senselessness is the word. That is the closest I can get to defining the context.
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