Darkly Dreaming Demographic.

Beauty without vanity,

Your smile is pure and honest,

Eyes inspire me candidly,

Colour of leaves in August.

I just think you’re beautiful,

But my words fail to capture,

And seem almost juvenile,

When compared to this rapture.

Is your heart as angelic-

As your lips shine pale ruby?

Is this all just aesthetic?

And I’m lost in your beauty.

Clinging to you desperately,

Alas I was but dreaming,

I hold myself  dreadfully,

To stop myself from screaming.

Nights silence is deafening,

Its loudest when I’m alone,

Feelings inside deadening,

Without even strength to-moan.

But it seemed so palpable,

I could hear your heart singing,

Tricked again, so gullible,

Wake to my pillow clinging.

Lament, my oath unfulfilled,

My heart shall not be replete,

My pain it goes unconcealed,

How I’ll never be complete.

Without doubt I’m defeated,

I wallow in your vestige,

Reached out but you retreated,

Now I’m your divine hostage.

It seems that I’m transparent,

My prayers to you are unsent.

You’ve seen through my sacrament,

And all I have is lament.

Madame I do beseech-you,

Would you take my heart in-hand?

Kisses sweet as honey-dew,

Please, more than I could withstand.

Your eyes hide blessed charity,

Lips that are ripe for plucking,

Your voice is sweet clarity,

That I’d compare to nothing.

Beauty there and innocence,

To touch your skin would madden,

Or bring serene blissfulness,

I leave that to you Madame.

Inside there’s faint whispering,

Of something lying dormant,

Something small that’s flickering,

Ever so slowly forming.

What it is I dare-not-say,

But it cannot go ignored,

Or else it might fade-away,

And never to be explored.

Perhaps thinking wistfully,

Impossible to define,

Perchance we just kissed-fully,

It needn’t be locked inside.

Pieces that I’ve collected,

All that’s left of you lingers,

They’ll never be connected,

Plucked away by thin fingers.

I’d have given anything,

Just to feel your warm embrace,

To feel our hearts opening,

As I gazed upon your-face.

It would’ve been heavenly,

Standing in the rain kisses,

Instead hearts fall heavily,

And all that’s left is pieces