carbonella

A Work in Progress I have created beauty and acclaim Bravado and guilt Complications, and discord too. Met your disapproval when I created love with you. Ran into fear the other day He wore that smile and liked my shoes But he left before I had the chance to summon an excuse. Illusion is my master Sometimes I wish that it would cease But it's only through creation where I find my sweet release I do not ask him for his number Nor even know his rightful name Yet he shows up on my doorstep Again and again and again and again and again... I know I should be flattered He entertains so very few When I cannot pin creation down He's philandering