Joseph Cross Poems
|42.||Sic Semper Tyrannis!||11/17/2009|
|47.||Withered And Wasted||10/4/2007|
|48.||Beyond The Veil||9/20/2007|
|55.||A Rose And It's Thorn||11/13/2008|
To a girl with a heart of gold,
From a boy with a heart of stone.
I know you may think little of me,
And of my life you know even less,
But if I don't finally tell you,
My heart will never rest.
My love for you is as pure,
As the snow on a winter morn,
And when I got to know you,
My spirit was reborn.
Although this letter is from my heart,
And truly is sincere,
It is tearing me apart,
And feeding an unseen fear.
For if you look within my mind,
Surely you will see,
That the letter you are reading,
Is a betrayal to my trust in me.
There is no escape from your own mind,
there is no hiding from your soul,
so if you simply stand there,
they will take complete control.
Beyond this great mystery,
there is no relaxing place,
the only way to rest,
is to look into your own face.