If your gilded hands touch another woman
Despite the cursed curves of the dark Romeos whom I devour
My disgrace will be blood and ribbon
Despite the sanctum I’ve discovered as a grave and guard tower
I suppose
While no one knows
All is mirth and jest
But you know
When the kingdom comes and goes
No ghosts remain at rest
**** sonnets.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
If your gilded hands touch another woman
Despite the cursed curves of the dark Romeos whom I devour
My disgrace will be blood and ribbon
Despite the sanctum I’ve discovered as a grave and guard tower
I suppose
While no one knows
All is mirth and jest
But you know
When the kingdom comes and goes
No ghosts remain at rest
**** sonnets.
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