I felt you kiss the edges
of my gypsy soul last night.
You laid aside my armour
So rusty, yet so bright.
All the poets in all the bars
hung by Morganna's violet hair
casting ideals towards the stars
wept when they landed elswhere.
I let you take the diamond
from between my broken teeth;
and laid the hunter to rest
tonight never to repeat.
Our bodies told a story
full of puns and lifeless caricatures,
for the people we once were
that lived within this parchment
of our long forgotten dreams.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 11:46 AM UTC
I felt you kiss the edges
of my gypsy soul last night.
You laid aside my armour
So rusty, yet so bright.
All the poets in all the bars
hung by Morganna's violet hair
casting ideals towards the stars
wept when they landed elswhere.
I let you take the diamond
from between my broken teeth;
and laid the hunter to rest
tonight never to repeat.
Our bodies told a story
full of puns and lifeless caricatures,
for the people we once were
that lived within this parchment
of our long forgotten dreams.
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