Well... Your, Now, Gone

Well…
It’s a little bit odd,
You see,
A word you once had,
Told me,
Was once the body of,
My dream,
And now it’s all gone;
For we,
Have overlooked a challenge,
Indeed,
For the center of balance,
It seems,
Was an uneven distance,
Between,
The two of our positions;
A lean.

Your,
Promises I thought,
Were true,
In reality they hopped,
On through,
The defensive knot,
I drew,
That I kept taught,
And new.
In hopes of avoiding,
A fracture,
And someone toying,
With laughter,
Carefully employing,
My stature,
Indecently destroying,
My rapture.

Now,
I wont say you tried,
To hurt,
Or specifically designed,
Your dirt,
To slowly grind,
The skirt,
That carefully lined,
My heart.
Yet please confirm,
The way,
Your words, in terms,
They may,
Fabricate germs,
That plague,
The innocent who yearn,
For great.

Gone,
Is the best place,
To be,
Away from days,
And weeks,
My mind will pace,
And wheeze,
Design a taste,
For des-
-ire of design
The flight,
Set forth is mine,
A sight,
Incredibly divine,
A life,
And from this rhyme,
Is why,
The end of our time,
Is right.