Time has called to claim my brain—
I am decaying and maimed,
but know that the wage of my age
can never outweigh the price I paid
to be in your embrace.
The wrinkles on my face
declare a lifetime saved.
Within my pain, you rise from grace,
and in the spaces we paved
our love remains forever engraved.
With trembling hands
and a quiet pace;
I burrow in every plate
to hold onto your taste.
With weak knees,
bruised black and blue;
I would swim through a typhoon
just to make my way back to you.
Although my wisdom is faltered
and was never innate,
you summoned a great lover
in this withered world
full of hate.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 7:23 PM UTC
Time has called to claim my brain—
I am decaying and maimed,
but know that the wage of my age
can never outweigh the price I paid
to be in your embrace.
The wrinkles on my face
declare a lifetime saved.
Within my pain, you rise from grace,
and in the spaces we paved
our love remains forever engraved.
With trembling hands
and a quiet pace;
I burrow in every plate
to hold onto your taste.
With weak knees,
bruised black and blue;
I would swim through a typhoon
just to make my way back to you.
Although my wisdom is faltered
and was never innate,
you summoned a great lover
in this withered world
full of hate.