Burn my fairy-tale gifts- those
lovely flowers, beads, words and colours,
like you burned my Love and faith!
Heart is a treacherous fellow
because it still beats for you;not for me:
If it cries, 'll cut it's veins and
send it to the shore where silence blooms.
Here is my blood; Here is my flesh:
Drink , eat and be a merry boy.
Don't need a life once more.
Don't want to love once more.
One who fails in Love,
hates to resurrect!
One who fails in Love,
fears to resurrect!
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
Burn my fairy-tale gifts- those
lovely flowers, beads, words and colours,
like you burned my Love and faith!
Heart is a treacherous fellow
because it still beats for you;not for me:
If it cries, 'll cut it's veins and
send it to the shore where silence blooms.
Here is my blood; Here is my flesh:
Drink , eat and be a merry boy.
Don't need a life once more.
Don't want to love once more.
One who fails in Love,
hates to resurrect!
One who fails in Love,
fears to resurrect!