Please don't talk about him.
My brain, my eyes, my fist,
Strain.
Expose me not to demons but your divinity,
That of you which belongs to another realm,
Another cloud, another time.
Expose yourself not to those eyes and that hair,
He endows himself the world and gives not
Care.
Ease me, or at least
Tolerate.
Because, honestly,
You please me,
And you see me
And lead me away from death.
And I don't want to die.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Please don't talk about him.
My brain, my eyes, my fist,
Strain.
Expose me not to demons but your divinity,
That of you which belongs to another realm,
Another cloud, another time.
Expose yourself not to those eyes and that hair,
He endows himself the world and gives not
Care.
Ease me, or at least
Tolerate.
Because, honestly,
You please me,
And you see me
And lead me away from death.
And I don't want to die.
