lost, lost, lost, lost
oh my dearest lost
every moment we spend together
amounts to nothing
if I cannot have you after passing,
at the end of the tale,
at the brink of extinction,
lost
never faithful to another
but our perfect unity
no higher power
no fate nor destiny
I chose you
I love you purposely
loved
who knew it was to be punished for
who decided it was a crime
to be passionate
to be dedicated
to love
hungry
more of you
you, oh perfect you
the only mistake being
the lack of more you
forever and always
protective
not overbearingly
but willingly
to be greedy is to want
to want exclusively
angry
not at me
but for me
the dread
the sorrow
evolved
into an emotion that which protects me
rebellious
fight, advocate, protect
anything
for me
god damn those whose actions affect us
yet damned for doing so
vicious
brutal and harsh
but the moment your eyes turn to me
soft, delicate, gentile
the harbinger of death to another
but would never lay a hand upon me
deceived
no, you have not
I am the one guilty of such
I’ve tricked you into loving me
loving someone so far below
never shallI compare to you
to perfection
the Moon to the sun
achilles to paris
betrayal
I’ve betrayed myself
my guard
my shield
though in the end
betraying me
led to loving you
lover
you should never be punished
you have never made such a sin
Dante, I will always love you
from your’s
Beatrice