Never Again

Building a better self again. Indemnification in heart, soul and head. Beginning to start, forgetting to end the ideal portrait of self-lenience. Crossing the lines between mice and men. Designing blueprints on the perfect dead end. Negative impact, or so recommend. Never again, never again. When everything is a casualty silence will break even the most discreet. A thousand plus words can sometimes mean nothing at all compared to serenity. The stars are gone; she's lost her way, stumbling backwards more everyday. Her perfect complexion, shining eyes turn into everything she comes to despise. She doesn't realize her hair, her eyes, her smile. Everything's perfect. I wake up Tuesday, mourning. Sadness prevails and I can't recall those stupid things I said the day before. I'm building a better me as I watch the stars slowly fade away