For you, my heart sings a song
Maybe one day, yours will sing along
More likely than not, I’ll sing alone
Too late, my love for you made known
Come someone else, in (due) time
That sings a song, that sings with mine
Surely by then, you’ll be bygone
And for another, you'll sing that song
Another that isn’t me
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:44 AM UTC
“Sometimes I wonder what I would do
If I lived in a world without you
There is no way I could go on
I would end it all, anon, anon!
If I didn’t have you here
I might as well pick out my bier
Without you, nothing does feel right
Even thinking of you, awake at night
To know that you aren’t doing the same
Would leave me woeful, breathless, lame
I cannot live without you, my love”
So goes the song of the midnight dove
With tears on its face
And it’s mind out of place
There is no need for it to wonder
It’s already happened, though it hides under
All the “I love you’s”
And the “I love you too’s”
So distraught is the dove
As it’s all out of love
Because it spent it all on you
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 3:04 AM UTC
I love you, I love you in every way
I love you more with every word you say
I love you more with every step you take
I love you more with every passing day
I want you to know what you mean to me
I want you to know, I want you to see
You're my everything and always will be
No matter what, I love you so, Jaymee
Every waking hour, I miss you more so
I miss you so much that I feel as though
I can't go on without you, no, no, no
I can't be happy, despite where I go
I want to tell you, despite what you think
That I love you, and you're my everything
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
I doth love thou with most every an ounce of mine own being
So much so yond mine own heart, nor mine own soul hath not the capacity to deny
O, I doth so hold dearly to mine own consciousness
The knowledge yond I truly beest enamored by thee, mine own dearly beloved
Is the reason I shalt subsist; ‘tis for the envy I hold for the world
And for the love of thee; I doth so deeply cherish
Our time together
And as such is true for dram to nay extant being
For thou art mine own muse, wonder of human creation to behold
With a mind full of thoughts and with a heart full of envy, love, and sorrow
We shalt over wroght
And beest ever so true to thee, I shalt beest
Nay want of yare
Nor an abundance of need
Shalt dispell the love I doth hath for thee
For it hath been writ in stone
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
Thy recesses of heart bestowed upon thee
Art the work of a Master, a prodigy forsooth
Thou hast the complexion of that which is pure
Harbingers of hell doth cower ere
Thine beauty of thee; shalt prosper evermore
Allow me to apologize,
For a queen art thou to me,
Whom ‘gainst one could not make delations
Long after yon, at which hour thou art gone
But if 't be true come the day, forced; thy queen walk hence
Shalt thee leave me, nay!
Still wilt ye reside ‘longside me
Beest t in flesh, or beest t in heart
The love I hath for thee, wilt nev'r fall apart
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
Thump, thump, thump
Thy heart hath been cast in the dunnest depths of hell
Where all is horrid, and none doth fair well
Thump, thump, thump
Cause teen doth thee, nay!
For teen done unto me, is not as such unto they
Thump, thump, thump
And louder and louder grows the melody of thy temperament
And not four, three, two, but one doth descend from the firmament
Thump, thump, thump
To bringeth peace to the wretched, woeful pentameter
And wish dismemberment upon thy casted phenyl ether
Thump, thump, thump
The hurtling, the hurtling, it grow’st, ever so behooved!
Make it stop, my dearly beloved!
Thump, thump, thump
O, that cursed noise! Let it be dispelled!
Wish I not to feel! To hear! To hell, be it! To hell!
Thump, thump, thump
O, I beg of thee, let thy ***** heave one last time!
Let thy heart love once more, bittersweet as thyme!
Thump, thump, thump
I can go on no longer, I’m sure of it now! Tear my mind from its host!
O, please, my love, my one and only, let it be death’s turn to boast!
Thump, thump, thump
O yes, yes, I wish such upon thyself, for glee I hath not!
In thought, in feeling, I am most distraught
Thump, thump, thump
Can not the same be said for thee?
Mine own love, mine own lady! End thy teen and let it beest seen!
Thump, thump, thump
I wish this odious hurtling beest heard nay more!
O! Mercifully, shalt death’s hands cradle thee, and bring peace? Nevermore!
Thump, thump, thump
M’lady, my everything, say what you will
But pain any less seems rather fittingly ill!
Thump, thump, thump
To leave behind what ye hath built,
Arm in arm did we, as one; it would hurt more than a sword through that drum, deep to the hilt
Thump, thump, thump
O, let still it be heard! For cease, it shall not!
And lest not, we bethink our final bethought
Thump, thump, thump
For forever in my heart lives thee
And forever will thou be cherished, my fair lady
Thump, thump, thump
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC