Oh, How I missed you so,
In the Deep and Dark.
Where I may start to tremble,
You're tell-tale mark.
Oh, why do I so seldom allow you,
To approach me and control me.
Roll me into a ball.
You're an indomitable beast.
Whose whim consumes me,
Initiates my fall,
I thought this was done.
I fancied you gone,
Lost in the wind.
But here I am. At wits end.
I discover its only for you my knees will bend.
The Deep and Dark.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
Oh, How I missed you so,
In the Deep and Dark.
Where I may start to tremble,
You're tell-tale mark.
Oh, why do I so seldom allow you,
To approach me and control me.
Roll me into a ball.
You're an indomitable beast.
Whose whim consumes me,
Initiates my fall,
I thought this was done.
I fancied you gone,
Lost in the wind.
But here I am. At wits end.
I discover its only for you my knees will bend.
The Deep and Dark.
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