Take the road south of my aching heart.
This is the way I have chosen to part.
I've pulled my emotions out of my mind on to my tongue.
Now it's a mouthful of blood of swallow.
The sunken left side of the mattress is there because you were right.
I am incapable of loving your body.
I must learn with the heart first.
I am not proud to say that I have forced
upon me a a cloak of false love.
I used to pray to recover you.
I, seeking eternal warmth and you void of.
Off I go now to think in the grey.
Knowing I have written my last song
to the one I only kissed
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
Take the road south of my aching heart.
This is the way I have chosen to part.
I've pulled my emotions out of my mind on to my tongue.
Now it's a mouthful of blood of swallow.
The sunken left side of the mattress is there because you were right.
I am incapable of loving your body.
I must learn with the heart first.
I am not proud to say that I have forced
upon me a a cloak of false love.
I used to pray to recover you.
I, seeking eternal warmth and you void of.
Off I go now to think in the grey.
Knowing I have written my last song
to the one I only kissed
Ghent 1678