In My Mind's Eye

Pride and Persistence

Catch me when I fall into this sweet abyss,

For though his words may be harsh,

I know his love is far purer than that of the man who speaks flippantly.

For what is an "I love you" if spat without an ounce of truth?

What's a Rose but a thorn in one's side,

If she does not act as lovely as she thus appears?

Lord, catch me when I fall into this romantic tragedy,

For the road to hell is paved with blooming flowers,

Infinite sunsets, and the remnants of lovers' hearts.

And though my mind may be strong and sharp,

My heart is dull with the ache of the needles constantly mending its torn flesh,

And I've never prayed so much to glide like an owl on silver wings,

To soar above the precipice of the cliff on which I so recklessly teeter,

Than when I fall into his bittersweet grasp,

Nostalgic gaze,

And addicting smile.