Troubled I am by
The gradual death,
Of a panting dying love
Struck I am dreadfully,
By the scary fears,
Of a fading emotion
The light feather Of her soft replies
Conceals what her bleak heart fight
To explain
Her frequent disappearance
Makes my timid Heart beat
at a 100 mph
Olden days become golden days
& golden days become our hope
Our soft hope!
What can I read her
What can I sing her
On a Saturday night
Stories to tame
Tales of persuasion
To charm
And more
Before love disappears
Into the calm vegetable morass
We must try again, again
Stay!
With us
My wild LOVE
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
Troubled I am by
The gradual death,
Of a panting dying love
Struck I am dreadfully,
By the scary fears,
Of a fading emotion
The light feather Of her soft replies
Conceals what her bleak heart fight
To explain
Her frequent disappearance
Makes my timid Heart beat
at a 100 mph
Olden days become golden days
& golden days become our hope
Our soft hope!
What can I read her
What can I sing her
On a Saturday night
Stories to tame
Tales of persuasion
To charm
And more
Before love disappears
Into the calm vegetable morass
We must try again, again
Stay!
With us
My wild LOVE
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