Shall I compare the to a summer's day?
Your rose petal skin fueling a hope.
Your full soft lips remind of another world.
Your scent is one that sweetly lingers,
but come hither and leaves just as brief.
Your laughter is angel song
and your eyes, O! how your eyes,
Window's of your soul speak volumes
of sincerity and pure love's kiss.
Words cannot impress what thy heart needs
to speak, what I need to let be heard.
The world shifts as I conger your image.
So bright and filled with purity.
So thy beloved, but so blind to potential.
Too blind to take pride.

And what am I? but a perpetually
cold, unfeeling vampire, with red hair
equally red lips, pale as the ever changing moon,
sucking away at those whom are dear to me.
Taken in, but never wanted.
Accepted but never belonged.
Cold Grey eyes have lost themselves.
Cold windows have been left broken open.
Old heart stabbed stubbly, thousands of happenings.
Never a complete wound, but enough to scar.
Saved perchance, to heal another day,
But left with wit too young and branching;
Too young to be capped with charming words
and velvet ideas, wanted so much and broken
on reality's cruel bench. So lost in your
guiding light...

To be or not to be, That is a question
haunting the mind of the child and
grown away from angel. Some shift
hath taken place in the cold one's heart,
needing a helping hand but needing to guide
himself away from calamity. So lost with
hope shinning bright, too bright to grasp
a hold of you. So lost in cold Grey eyes
without purpose or need. So lost is the light
shinning from above, glaring, but never warm.
No warmth could heal the chill open windows bring.


Popped into my head. Halfway me trying to think out Hamlet, and halfway my obsession with Shiver by Maggie *mummle*, and halfway me reflecting on my life and how I've grown. I kinda feel hopeless. There's a glass wall blocking me from my hope, teasing me with it's vision.

Sorry if it's depressing. I'll try and do a happy solilette later.