The only place we could be alone was by the brook.
Beside an oak tree
You and I lay, enveloped.
It makes me feel odd that
We were once shy.
There was a flute playing a blissful melody in the distance, lulling us to sleep.
It was a Celtic fantasy. Blushed cheeks, entrancing mandolins, serene violins.
You whispered delicately in my ear:
'Forget everything. Enjoy now.'
But how can I forget and enjoy now, when I am alone, my tears rusting my guitar strings.
That girl you once layed with by the brook is shattering...
Deep
Blue
Nothing
Left
Inside
Here
Now
Pointless
Effort
Redundant
Love
Obsolete
Maiden
Glass
Broken
Severed
Heart.
Farewell to light and all things bright.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
The only place we could be alone was by the brook.
Beside an oak tree
You and I lay, enveloped.
It makes me feel odd that
We were once shy.
There was a flute playing a blissful melody in the distance, lulling us to sleep.
It was a Celtic fantasy. Blushed cheeks, entrancing mandolins, serene violins.
You whispered delicately in my ear:
'Forget everything. Enjoy now.'
But how can I forget and enjoy now, when I am alone, my tears rusting my guitar strings.
That girl you once layed with by the brook is shattering...
Deep
Blue
Nothing
Left
Inside
Here
Now
Pointless
Effort
Redundant
Love
Obsolete
Maiden
Glass
Broken
Severed
Heart.
Farewell to light and all things bright.
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