I foreswore to nevermore be the root of your despair
Whenas ever in life I am too weary to stand, I will love at my knees
To all the men who’ve spew’d temptation upon your stances of true romance…
Let I take this draw,
I’ll tote every inculpation
This is beyond the worth of anything known by sight and sound, I serve my word
For I could never half love, like no other should
Now or ever…
Even at the dearth of sight, I will love
In life, in death, space, nothingness, I will love
Together the days will be subtle, and true
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 4:06 AM UTC
I foreswore to nevermore be the root of your despair
Whenas ever in life I am too weary to stand, I will love at my knees
To all the men who’ve spew’d temptation upon your stances of true romance…
Let I take this draw,
I’ll tote every inculpation
This is beyond the worth of anything known by sight and sound, I serve my word
For I could never half love, like no other should
Now or ever…
Even at the dearth of sight, I will love
In life, in death, space, nothingness, I will love
Together the days will be subtle, and true
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