A poem by P.A. Du Plessis (Cafe' Ambivalence.)
She's beautiful but she wouldn’t believe,
the crystal of tears in her eyes
Her heart is worn down to her sleeve,
reluctant from all the lies.
So cold was the pain of a wishful storm;
the lie of a love and the pain of her screams.
Losing the hope that was keeping her warm,
a torrent of blades; a crashing of dreams.
My heart is touched by the hint of a tear.
by the sight of her skin
by the pain of her mark
I hope that she would let me near,
as to care not at all?
as to leave her alone?
Not now,
not ever,
not there in the dark.
...I just want to save her...
She's beautiful but I dare not to feel;
already she's under my skin?
Futile my heart as it turns into steel.
I'm falling for her and it must be a sin.
...I just don't deserve her.
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