All so perfect, so precious,
But slowly like a dagger it pieced,
Inch by inch, confused Being used
Or Abused and Loved truly.

In your crutches lay the hold you had,
Gripping tightly on what you claimed.
A possession twisting and turning,
Out the depression.
Oh my forever , How perfect 
How carefully laid out your trap naively.
All of tall claims made , time to deliver .
There you became comfortable in your
Own serenity.