I wish for your glorious garden to wither,
your tree to shudder and fall in the forest.
Your stars to hang limp upon the heavens,
and your moon to turn to a sulphurous pond!
I wish for your humour to sour in your mouth!
And your thoughts to dwell in incoherent confusion,
your keen logic to become a pile of rubble,
and for happiness to elude you constantly.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
I wish for your glorious garden to wither,
your tree to shudder and fall in the forest.
Your stars to hang limp upon the heavens,
and your moon to turn to a sulphurous pond!
I wish for your humour to sour in your mouth!
And your thoughts to dwell in incoherent confusion,
your keen logic to become a pile of rubble,
and for happiness to elude you constantly.
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