I locked you away in my mother’s locket A prison where memories corrode into herbal poisons Nothing without forgiveness can we forget? A prison where deadly sins dissolve into sevens
I have forsaken the daylight’s calm And forged deep within the restlessness of our veins I have uncovered blank parchment Invisible ink only visible in the year’s first rain I will remember the curves of your form But I shall forgive the curves of your fame