Truce

We've struck a truce
Written in soul
and buried
in used soil
previously kept for those
unwilling to comprimise.

Held within
lies such a simple truth
I enjoy you
and you enjoy me
without terms to settle
or reason to stop

complications create
stipulations innate
and regulations that bind
two souls bound to unwind


Complications rended onto thee
branded into marks for you to see
a heart, a rose, and a strand
where your hair flowed in my hand
I remember smelling fruit yet discovered
and then your smile;
the eighth wonder uncovered
If only to forget
that time we had just met
I asked you to walk with me
Can I plead you to refuse;
It's easier to forget
than this ruse,
that you want me.


Such is weve gone our separate way
The truce broken
never again to stay
I think I miss you
because I dream about your hips
and I think I'd kiss you
because I yearn to touch those lips
I want to cry
sit and theorize
how to comprimise
body and soul
before my feelings are smothered out
on the smooth grassy gnoll

So when rain drips
gently on your skin
and the rivers flow
Raising spirits within
I tell these truth's
but with one to withhold
Painted on the canvis
not to break the mold

I'd whisper in shadow
I miss you
To pray you could hear
but lost in darkness
I need you
with nothing to grip or steer
in the abyss
I want you
to fall on near blind eyes
and in the void
I love you
as I learn to say goodbye