Beautiful Lies of the Day

There's a soft serenity resting inside of your arms, full of compassion and a place for those unneeded tears. I'm drawn to your comfort, drawn to the emotions that curse through my veins. Peace overflows my soul, and it falls all the way to my feet, crisscrossing inside my lucid head. Calming me, soothing me, pushing me over the brink that I needed to cross over. But this world gets in the way, oh yes, it gets in the way of a beautiful thing called love - Because soon, lies and mistrust replaced that compassion and peace, and in return, that thing once called serenity can now be called a hell. I'm struggling to keep myself locked inside your arms; I'm attempting to forgive the mistakes and overcome my demons. But yes, they haunt me and tempt me. Nightmares call my name with a whisper at night, and I wake to face my subconscious. And I wake up to feel that the nightmares are more beautiful than the lies of the day. Save me from myself. Please? I can't get any farther down on my knees than I already am; I beg you. Give me back my past, and I'll hand over every inch of the present. It's yours, dear, take it.

I make no sense.
November 6, 2009
(c) Stephanie Lynn