So eagerly we purge, So blissfully we fall
Not with flailing limbs or even a strangled gasp
But with gusto, a flip and a peaceful smile on chapped lips
So clumsily we string and tune the fiddle of our hearts
And prepare a symphony of fragile trust and unearthly longing
A requiem of our own with an inevitable crescendo
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
So eagerly we purge, So blissfully we fall
Not with flailing limbs or even a strangled gasp
But with gusto, a flip and a peaceful smile on chapped lips
So clumsily we string and tune the fiddle of our hearts
And prepare a symphony of fragile trust and unearthly longing
A requiem of our own with an inevitable crescendo
