Viola Grey - If

If you want to be with me,
then be with me.
Don't keep looking for something
so well hidden
even I have lost hold
of it's cold fingertips.

If you're searching for perfection,
then you're already lost.
The Eden, the garden of wonders
has long blossomed
and died.
There lays here nothing beautiful,
except truth.

If all you've imagined is me,
then where is your mind.
I'm broken.
I'm lost.
I'm burried behind walls
so high even I can't escape.

So, let me ask you this...
If you want to be with me,
then why?

31/03/09

Viola Grey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-128/