An End

You have opened my eyes

To a thin string of time

Making it a point;

That I am nothing; not even a choice

I wake up late in the morning

The sleep that I endure is haunting

When the only reason is to dream; of you and some discourse

A wicked attempt at peace; but war is a swift and silent horse

feeding night and dusty sleep as an ambiguous main course

The few words that I can share with you speak without rhythm

I don't even know what it is to attempt a foothold with them

You have opened my eyes

You wonderful lost dream girl of mine

Tell me what it means to notice; that it is fallacy

The true way of saying "I love you for eternity"

An audacious attempt on blind eyes

Trying to make them see; just as I can now use mine

A girl with a history comparable to music

It plays on in my mind; a wonderful composer

And a boy who's past is wrecked and haunting

A travesty were only she is laughing

An ending was already forged some time ago

And now it chooses to reside here; an alter ego

A reflection of poor judgement cast down on a juvenile heart

A regret, a childish dream that is painted

And displayed as a premature form of art.