Happiness in drought
Though the rain did not fall
from these eyes when you said
you were his
My heart was already yours
Meaning lost in mediocrity
A spark ignited from curious ardor
Excellence in eloquent discourse
My heart was still yours
Opon sultry lips, we met in the night
Did pale, sweet ignorance unite
two souls who ache for each others embrace
The song of heart's fealty to another
calling back to life what senses were relinquished
in our moment there
My heart is only yours
And so the mind now quivers
at the thought of needing me
So softly spoken from your tongue
"I do not want you to go away"
But the curiosity grows sour with defeat
wondering how it could not be only
my arms you seek
But my patience never rests for you
And my heart will always be yours
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Happiness in drought
Though the rain did not fall
from these eyes when you said
you were his
My heart was already yours
Meaning lost in mediocrity
A spark ignited from curious ardor
Excellence in eloquent discourse
My heart was still yours
Opon sultry lips, we met in the night
Did pale, sweet ignorance unite
two souls who ache for each others embrace
The song of heart's fealty to another
calling back to life what senses were relinquished
in our moment there
My heart is only yours
And so the mind now quivers
at the thought of needing me
So softly spoken from your tongue
"I do not want you to go away"
But the curiosity grows sour with defeat
wondering how it could not be only
my arms you seek
But my patience never rests for you
And my heart will always be yours
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