For What Beguiles

Ruptured from the core.
Craving for so much more.
My arms are open,
But words are yet to be spoken.
Give me your will and I will gift you mine.
Indecision does not need the time.
With shattered ashes and broken glass.
Neither of us wants this crash.
Idolised and slipping down,
The levels rising and soon we’ll drown.

Beauty turned to incineration.
Why so much proliferation?
With dreaded days and hollow smiles.
Instead we should fight for what beguiles.

Screamed rapture above.
Rides upon wings of a dove.
Eyes are locked;
Both of us are gripped and shocked.
Mesmerised by who we have found.
Maybe we should go to ground.
Strike a match and light our wick.
Begin what is to come right quick.
Not fester in the darkened halls.
A place where lingerers turn to thralls.

Beauty turned to incineration.
Why so much proliferation?
With dreaded days and hollow smiles.
Instead we should fight for what beguiles.

Wasted by stagnation.
Feels like eternal degradation.
Smiles exchanged;
Is it something we both want retained?
I say yes and you confirm it too.
From here on out this is what we should pursue.
Damn the consequences and the noise.
We’ll embark on feeling all the joys,
That life affords us as two.
It was birthed from out of the blue.

Beauty turned to incineration.
Why so much proliferation?
With dreaded days and hollow smiles.
Instead we should fight for what beguiles.