Come, reveal to me my heart
without your presence, subject
to whim and wanton desire,
its purpose lost
My mind still yet clings to remnants
of vision with your love
Come, install that muscle memory
which forbids the evasion of pain
while you are gone,
my heart, my mind, my life
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Come, reveal to me my heart
without your presence, subject
to whim and wanton desire,
its purpose lost
My mind still yet clings to remnants
of vision with your love
Come, install that muscle memory
which forbids the evasion of pain
while you are gone,
my heart, my mind, my life