Alone, in the dead of night,
a storm swirling,
but only in my mind
such a willing wind
released to attempt
to sweep away the residue
so sweetly masked
who would have thought
that while it causes you
to look down disdaintfully upon him
it causes the "guilty innocent"
more pain than imaginable
its as though just the essence of him
could smash our stable rock
of whats right and wrong
I only acknowledge his prescence,
for all the wrong reasons
oh my savior! my comfort!
watch as I fall to my knees
to "clean" up your "mess"
that I invertedly caused
please allow this to prove to you
for as much as it is worth
you shall Forever own my soul, my heart.
and now.. frozen from this realization
I shall love you