Farewell, My Twisted Utopia!

Regret
It lay within the fallen sheets
Sustaining the cloudy seed.
The tears and sweat drench every brilliant apology never said.
Philosophies like this are rather glorious and twisted.
Illusions...

Realization
Cover the choked nakedness,
I can't be your saviour again.
A simple word describes the vacant emotional connection.
Constellations develop a deadly masquerade.
Shadows...

© Copyright Caleb Kile 2005
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At times, it seems as though premarital sex is the only apology that exists, when in reality it makes everything worse, creating a chain of mistakes.
- Caleb Kile 2005