a-pretty-white-lie

Pt I Perfection The word so nearly incomplete What a remarkable feat To see the one you love Ice cold with white feet Perfection A mirror to reflect the tears Of a love you once found so dear Remember the time When the flower met the dust But the time faded Ever-so-slowly with the stars Mystery lies clear beneath the bones To shed of the love you replaced with fear But when all grace came, you made yourself fame And a million light years away You met her, walking to your grave A curious being A curious feeling Had she not been the presence You were wishing for? Taken from the fairy A tale whispered so murderously "I'll