Now I Search the weaves of yarn in amazement,
Hours spent in a trance.
At least it cleared faulty expression,
Yet you know ******
Why I am no longer in your gaze.
Theirs gold and rainbows in the shadows and you incline not to understand?
But banish Cupid and his Arrow,
And sway My heart with the wind.
But that's Social disease, or Poetic Insanity.
My Madness derives from romantic distraction.
Your Love is what you faker, which you created a pilgrim.
Like pendulum strokes to desire, I'll fade away....
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Now I Search the weaves of yarn in amazement,
Hours spent in a trance.
At least it cleared faulty expression,
Yet you know ******
Why I am no longer in your gaze.
Theirs gold and rainbows in the shadows and you incline not to understand?
But banish Cupid and his Arrow,
And sway My heart with the wind.
But that's Social disease, or Poetic Insanity.
My Madness derives from romantic distraction.
Your Love is what you faker, which you created a pilgrim.
Like pendulum strokes to desire, I'll fade away....
