Submission

To that outgrowing system

To the pillars of belief

And to the childish relief.

To the chastity, modesty, and respectability,

To not lose virginity over someone’s purity

To kill the innocence of mine,

And to retain from thine.  

Lately, I’m seeing a glass of wine,

Pouring emptiness in the mid sunshine.

To forgive you from the first meeting,

To forgave me from reciting pure words melting.

To known from strangers again

If this is that, then I don’t want to wait in vain.

To the dimensions, I think insane,

To the remembrance of high school mane.

 Through highs and low

  I’ll be at bow,

 My submission to the

 Actual vow.