Premium Taste – Day 295, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Women I can’t have,
Seem to be the kind of taste my tongue has,
As I’m not really fond of developing anything acquired.
She’s the kind of woman I admire.
The kind of wife I aspire to be with,
In a pond as shallow as fire,
In the eyes of a man who’s given up entirely…

But,
Lately?
My thoughts of Her are like gasoline poured onto wimpering flames,
Desiring to burst into wildfires within a hypnotic gaze,
Too alluring for her to ignore…

Still,
I handle these thoughts with care,
Before she’s caught by an everlasting flare,
Consumed in a vortex of love,
And,
Despair that’s been building up inside of me,
Since the day my life changed despite of each,
Prediction of my downfall.
From who I thought were close to me,
To every princess who resorted to a rosary,
In thought of my potential…

Why would I ever allow that to ever happen?
A union between I,
And,
A woman who’s far from dead inside?
I,
Want her to be full of life.
As I have nothing to offer other than an empty vessel with a hole on the side,
Sinking further into darkness…