When your walls crumble
Will you remember me, my love?
When all your glory and power
Amounts to no more than the dust you so proudly
Trudged trough to conquer and collect
When all this is but a dream you experienced
In all too excruciating detail…
Will you once again cast your eyes upon me and let you head
Come to rest in the hollows of my neck?
When your time has drawn to a close
As the crow flies to lead a new young, eager version of yourself
Shall you, my endearing love, remember the boy-
The son, the father and the husband
that you had betrothed yourself to?
Until that day, I shall wait:
In the shadows of your ****** and soldiers;
Of your armor and your fight;
Of your pride and your power;
Of all that the children in us vowed we would never amount to- but did.
I shall stand in the memories of the penance that once made a bigot
out of my own mother.
Until then I shall breathe the amalgamated hope and
I shall wait, for you - never forgetting the axiom of our love.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
When your walls crumble
Will you remember me, my love?
When all your glory and power
Amounts to no more than the dust you so proudly
Trudged trough to conquer and collect
When all this is but a dream you experienced
In all too excruciating detail…
Will you once again cast your eyes upon me and let you head
Come to rest in the hollows of my neck?
When your time has drawn to a close
As the crow flies to lead a new young, eager version of yourself
Shall you, my endearing love, remember the boy-
The son, the father and the husband
that you had betrothed yourself to?
Until that day, I shall wait:
In the shadows of your ****** and soldiers;
Of your armor and your fight;
Of your pride and your power;
Of all that the children in us vowed we would never amount to- but did.
I shall stand in the memories of the penance that once made a bigot
out of my own mother.
Until then I shall breathe the amalgamated hope and
I shall wait, for you - never forgetting the axiom of our love.
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