The heart beats on its own accord
I am free to control its cadence
But love is its only ruler
My despotic master
Try, as I will
My hardened heart resists not
Love’s melodious voice
My despotic mistress
She reaches in my chest
And resuscitates the blackened cinder
I thought you lifeless
My despotic love
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 7:32 AM UTC
The heart beats on its own accord
I am free to control its cadence
But love is its only ruler
My despotic master
Try, as I will
My hardened heart resists not
Love’s melodious voice
My despotic mistress
She reaches in my chest
And resuscitates the blackened cinder
I thought you lifeless
My despotic love
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