A Spectacle to Your Lustre...
“Thank you, please
but your flattery
is truly not
becoming me.
Your eyes are poor.
You’re blind.
You see,
no beauty could have come from me.
I’m a waste
of breath,
of space,
of time.” ♥
-Peter
Conor Oberst-Waste of Paint by: Bright Eyes
Envelope
your arms
around me,
and lose me
in your
fond embrace.
As a memorandum
to your
passion,
and a
spectacle
to your lustre.
I want to be
your e’er after.
I want to be
your only beloved.
Beam your
splendid
smile,
and yield
my deepened
breathes.
I’ll bask
in the
undying aura,
of being
your true
nonpareil.
♥♥
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