Vacuum of Perfection

Funny how Winter's grey grip
Finally takes its familiar hold
As his fair lady's blanket
Begins to unfold

Awake those sleepless mornings
His apologies grew old
While this ageless summer boy
Starts to feel a new cold

Ripped from his heart
His once warm hands; now eyeless
Feeling through the dark
Trying to find emotion in her silence

Because streetlights don't talk
But he knows they'll never leave
So he walks to stay awake
So he walks just to breathe

For with his daylight eyes closed
He's pulled back against his will
To a time when he was forgiven
When his words were the last to kill

When he knew he was bigger than the ocean
Even against his endless waves
When he was the western sun in her sky
And the light through her caves

So he smiles the night away
From memory to memory
And to every one that he meets
He begs, "Remember me, please remember me"

But the foolish little boy
Keeps his dreams burning bright
Even when his friends tell him
They'll be gone at the end of the night

So just one more block
He walks his path of no direction
Because he'd rather be lost
Than found in the vacuum of perfection

-Yours Truly :)

Written I think a month ago. Just found in my blackberry's memo pad lol And remember, I am not an English major (yet) so pardon the god awful poetic structure. I just think the world would be a happier place if people wrote poetry instead of cried.