I remember,
there was a time;
the triumph for our kind
when we were still fine:
a heaven-sent rhyme.
I remember,
there was a time;
when our rhyme
was no more
than a yore: heaping
our seams of bore.
I remember,
the heaven-sent rhyme
that was, is now no more;
for neither you nor me
can never leave love be.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
The night was sallow,
shrieking out of our sorrow.
The moon saw us collide:
we were trapped in our pride.
The moon did not consent
when she lulled us to sleep.
While we were fast asleep,
she wept to our vast dissent.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
I landed upon your arm,
a pixie rose; misery sung.
I could barely hear the wailing
of the dreams you were veiling.
I dare you not, my dear,
to cast a void in these ears;
hampering my tears
from your forlorn seals.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC