Situational Ethics - Part 1

Formless tears upon my face
Are lost among the soiled lace
I find the stair within my heart
Each flight is thirteen steps apart.

 

And where I stand, the foot of first
And there the top, the love I thirst
Of all emotions screaming me
You are the only one I see.

 

Of that I have, is yours and none
Be mine, and I shall have become
The dream that only you fulfill
The secrets left to strength and will.

 

Would scratch my soul, for irritates
The freedom, yes, my mind awaits
Be one, around her neck, the key
Placed in my lock, releases me.

 

Look upon me, see me standing
Proudly here, a single landing.

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