The Sweetest Kind of Ignorance

How bittersweet is this day
my eyes awake and open
as my heart sweetly sleeps
in its newly found dark warmth

Did you really believe that the creases this time
would undo themselves?

What is a life lived without creases,
the creases of worry and sorrow?
Don't lie to yourself, oh heart of mine.
Wake up and let the sun sting you.

For every moment you could have prevented
the creases of desperation that wrinkle your brow
you pulled the moment close and kissed it passionately
engulfing every crevice of its existence.

So what is living if not to taste the filth and passion
in the whirlwind madness of this world?
For you cannot bury your head in the warmth of a lovers lap
without the creases.

If I must let my brow be burdened
with the creases of worry and sorrow
then ill rest assured knowing that I had lived, even if for a moment
in the tingling of my lovers lap.

Reviews

[man Atek]

would undo themselves?
the question is the answer!