Pleasantry (Pains To Good Byes)

After a moments time with a friend so sweet, I feel an deep infatuation, to give it a lesser title. I write the tread on the delicate nature of our relation, and the desire to be one with such nature.

From the core of emotion I once came to despise,

Rose an elusive reflection from the former's demise.

In its revival, came from the chest to the eyes,

A pleasantry so tasteful it pained the good byes.

A face so gentle to be written off to disguise,

And the touch, so desirable, it cleansed with surprise.

Never in my breaths had a desire come to arise,

From the taboo of a wish, a future in surmise.

The stars could refute, the heavens shout cries,

The flock may dispute for prohibition unwise.

But I feel no regret, not a taste for the lies.

There is only a secret for the hearts to realize.

From the center of feeling, the blood rolling dice,

A rose so exclusive in a distance of sighs.

And let it be vital, hot knives to the lives,

May pleasantry be reality as the pains in good byes.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

The aggression is this is clear, so are the words, but I must ask where the muse came from...

[J. Quinzelle]

The aggression is all internal, as I resent the person I've become after a past relationship. But the desire I found within a girl coming of age, has brought further inner conflict, with the addition of a joy I've not had since prior my past relationship. The muse; a young woman whom, by simply being herself, brings me away from the pains of a past love. She gave me a smile I long lost, and a will to put certain events behind me.