If only we had rent
I would not yearn
Nor spur your tones
Promising in the mourn
I’d fear not your voice
Weakly in the naive
Fearing the sorrows
Paid upon the eave
Worrisome sills
Lent, and built of rage
Defiant and tired
Yet, protecting us the same
If only I had time
Longing upon your sighs
I’d speak against your laments
Given only in goodbye
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 6:05 PM UTC
If only we had rent
I would not yearn
Nor spur your tones
Promising in the mourn
I’d fear not your voice
Weakly in the naive
Fearing the sorrows
Paid upon the eave
Worrisome sills
Lent, and built of rage
Defiant and tired
Yet, protecting us the same
If only I had time
Longing upon your sighs
I’d speak against your laments
Given only in goodbye
Reworked study, dream of long form