How we yearn for such a place,
this heaven on earth,
this space thats ours
and ours alone.
But as we see,
this paradise is nothing more
then an entrapment.
The illusion of paradise has long worn away;
this solitude has gone from beautiful to malicious,
Oh how I wish I could suffer
the normalities of yearning,
only to find that its an illusion.
That tug within that leaves me restless for perfection,
Im loathe to keep.
How ironic it is,
to find that paradise
is only hell attending a masquerade ball.
© Morgan Johnson aka GothicTearDrop
Completed on 6/5/2005 12:23 PM
Not to be used without expressed written permission.















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You always write beautiful poems, MJ.
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