She makes me insane
She’s in my brain
She takes my pain
All else is inane
I need her like air
I love her hair
I could not bear
I was despair
The Gods gave her back
Finally, I can relax
After that brutal attack
After he stabbed me in the back
I've got another chance
We get one more dance
I think that perchance
Aphrodite's lance
Has pierced me like the Nazarene
From deeds so obscene
Where light can beam
Where joy can ring!
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC
She makes me insane
She’s in my brain
She takes my pain
All else is inane
I need her like air
I love her hair
I could not bear
I was despair
The Gods gave her back
Finally, I can relax
After that brutal attack
After he stabbed me in the back
I've got another chance
We get one more dance
I think that perchance
Aphrodite's lance
Has pierced me like the Nazarene
From deeds so obscene
Where light can beam
Where joy can ring!
I feel alive again. Took six years but better late than never.
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