Unsealed, by Jezebel
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There is a hazel eyed boy
who charms my heart
and fills the inside of my mind.
He's rooted in my soul.
The darkness here was fought
valiantly by his light--his
brilliant inner sun that seeks
to dazzle me so wonderfully.
It always caresses me with
its warm tendrils, filling
my dark corners until I
feel as though I shine, too.
But there are unfound places,
tender spots in my armor,
where darkness flourishes
even as it slowly dies.
I gaze at this hazel eyed
love, and fear my darkness
has snuck into him while
he sought to help me.
And all I can be now is
quiet, frozen fear as I
hope that there is light
somewhere to help him.
For I have none of my own;
I have naught but shadows
or a lack thereof, and Nothing
cannot battle Something.
If I could shut my walls,
lock all of my closets, and
seal myself off, would my evil
enemy let him alone?
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Posted: 2014-12-26 10:05:53 UTC |
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