I want something so beautiful,
That perfection would spill from me,
And pool at my feet in precious puddles
Of the way this could make me feel tonight.
Like there’s something so true on the inside,
Seething to be released
To see the light of day.
So ready to be beautiful,
To be granted the indulgence it deserves
Something I’ve kept alone for too long.

So ready to be shared,
Ready to be plundered,
Pillaged,
Defiled.

Ready to be shifted from its place within,
And oozed out
In beads of sweet on my forehead,
Like a leak of quintessence,
Providing proof that this couldn’t be any sweeter

Than the harmonious, musical hums,
Of my lungs.
Or the ambrosial, humid drum,
Of my sanctum.
And within this temple,
I succumb.

My heartbeat is left at my feet,
In the pool of perfection
That has left me so empty on the inside.
I want that beauty so bad,
As I proceed with no protection.
Now left so empty,
I stare into the pool at my feet.
And see only but a dirty reflection.
The beauty’s deplete.

How do I feel now?
Towards something I cannot have.

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