I can feel your attempt at Alchemy.
But I'm silver, not gold.
I stare at the moon and avoid your eyes.
Because they seem to swallow me.
And I try to remain cold.
Lies.
You try to make me your own.
But I am not even mine.
You see me as yellow.
But I am the color of the seas
And I reflect in your eyes
As you idolize me.
I'm crying.
I wish I could sign away my heart.
But the owner still has to post her own claim.
You try to unlock me like a chest
Filled with forgotten treasures
I've hidden the key
Not even it's master can seek it
Monday, April 5, 2010
Dazed and Confused
Posted by TheWolfsongComatoseL2N1 at 2:01 AM
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