The Swin Ging Reflective

Describe TheSwinGingReflective here. In castles I saw the blade fall upon a stark midnight ocean dividing slander and copy words, into youres and mine.My mouth evoked dreams of tomorrow but voices would not let me be as I saw the sunlight I knew I didnt love you and that this thing was not for free.It was imprisoned behind the glass of my eyes . You see while I kissed you my heart did not stop like it should,my mind was full of vulgar comentary and I felt far away as it commented on you over and over again and again. I hate myself for saying it but I know what I feal and you must be before you see ,you gotta feal to reveal and what I revealed was horrible ,I hated the tension ,I hated the joy the love of fingers this fealing I am a boy. My mother would not aprove of all these dark things condemd but bitter tastes and strange thoughts make and made me wonder. My brain ,it said,or rather it made every movement seem loveless, all the things I did seemed mechanical,a touch Here a touch there move ,move,disgusting and yousing was how I fealt. Shame.A lie never told me a word I didnt want to know only sentences I regretted acting upon.This kiss was so real it was a lie ,a moment of joy tainted beyond belief,so surreal an endless day brought to a seamless conclusion,a meaningless bliss that left me sad and unsure ,is it not fair to seak confort in a kiss? I guess what I want is a sense of accomplishment,but when routine bites hard and resentment rides high but emotions wont grow there is a taste in my mouth ,I try to grab it but the touch is hot the mirror collapses and the image came not. my soul you see my dear it feals so near to youres but when i try to touch you all I see is an ugly mirror,dont get me wrong we only have some things in common you are nothing like me nor I like you I thought I loved you and in distance it was true but love is fickle like a syckle and reeping time has come,Im falling back in to feilds of rape.

Oh selfish, selfish mister shellfish where does the moon take you now a puddle brimed and rimmed with tears of dark rain cried from an egg sitting on a wall looking at the moon so fragile.A dream I weave ,A hope I hide but words wont live the love I hide a quest for a question a comment ,a truism but look at me now commenting still on that moment of indecision,a cut bettwixt a kiss and an evil sigh,I want a love thats through (true perhaps)forever and one that does not fade like castels and dreams but hope is not their I cant even see her anywhere