your vignette fades into itself
static plays on the television
in and out my vision comes, loving
you, watching you leave me again
every night in which I incite myself to rise
on my lips lies only your name, and never yours
drifting away we know this can't last
if only it hadn't elapsed, then you could stay
Shostakovich's 15th builds in, ardent in passion I
remember your sultry dance, a pout,
a glimmer, take me back into elysian
Ariel couldn't bring you back herself
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
your vignette fades into itself
static plays on the television
in and out my vision comes, loving
you, watching you leave me again
every night in which I incite myself to rise
on my lips lies only your name, and never yours
drifting away we know this can't last
if only it hadn't elapsed, then you could stay
Shostakovich's 15th builds in, ardent in passion I
remember your sultry dance, a pout,
a glimmer, take me back into elysian
Ariel couldn't bring you back herself
Who doesn't love the Tempest from Shakespeare?
