Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Sweeter When It Comes

Ten years ago, I met you.
Ten years, and you have changed.
Oh, I will live my life besides you, though your twin and turbulence find me daily.
You shoot your arrows, swing your sword. Hit and miss, but it's nothing to me.

I know who invented you.
I know who corrupted you.

So I'll fly to the sky, and view you from there.
The stars are on my side.
I know one day, the All will rip your masks from your face.
I know you have a smile, and beautiful eyes.

You can't hide forever, love.

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