Nov 2014
A rose pedaled room with double doors.
Smeared red spirits to be bleached away.
Raspberry.
Melancholy.
Cradle me.
I will cradle you.
Until we part.
Then cradle me no more.
How devine.
How wretched.
Solus.
Yet not abandoned.
Heavy eyes. Heavy hearts.
This brush of your finger on my lips now
will wreak havoc on my soul
when you are abroad.
What a decadent thing.
To cling to a man who consumes you.
My beloved.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
It does not matter.
As long as I am not forgotten.
Smeared red spirits to be bleached away.
Raspberry.
Melancholy.
Cradle me.
I will cradle you.
Until we part.
Then cradle me no more.
How devine.
How wretched.
Solus.
Yet not abandoned.
Heavy eyes. Heavy hearts.
This brush of your finger on my lips now
will wreak havoc on my soul
when you are abroad.
What a decadent thing.
To cling to a man who consumes you.
My beloved.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
It does not matter.
As long as I am not forgotten.
But if I am forgotten,
A wisp of air passed through your ears
A whim, now less cared for
A corner dweller
A shadow behind your eyes
Where am I to go?
You have already consumed me you see,
My existence does not exist without your existing affection.
Overripe raspberries.
A wisp of air passed through your ears
A whim, now less cared for
A corner dweller
A shadow behind your eyes
Where am I to go?
You have already consumed me you see,
My existence does not exist without your existing affection.
Overripe raspberries.
