Miniature

02/27/09

Small and minute how your love had shown through

While the tiniest of feet ran acrossed small wooden floors.

This heart of yours in simulation

Made pain in the process of the subdued.

Your tired arm of discipline broke down to take pardon.

It set itself aside for the refute of pure cognition.

Only now it’s to reconcile to sell itself of sure denial.

The innocent face of a child is not what I spoke of…

But the discretion of an idea to be disposed of.

Lacking of maturity is often the topic of subject

While disintegration of mind progresses…

Forwarding excuse.

Socially we can fail you.

Psychologically we can trick you.

But disturbingly we cannot make you.

You own yourself, do you not?

Set yourself free and claim yourself.

Only the weak would blame others,

As I believe, being in the same posture.

But yet I hold and honor some strength within

To own my disturbing thoughts and behavior.

Set yourself free and claim yourself.