Bring me your tired souls,
Of flesh burned
Marked limbs with numbers,
Age is nothing to me.
Still thy beating heart
Your song trembles,
Words of melody
Writes thy voice.
To thee a single petal
Of motionless thought,
Coalesce into thine mind,
You are the one.
Surging distress,
Lament one’s dying love.
For thy heart beckons
It’s hymn to me.
Indulge thyself
Into the sea.
Searching for love’s
True self.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
Bring me your tired souls,
Of flesh burned
Marked limbs with numbers,
Age is nothing to me.
Still thy beating heart
Your song trembles,
Words of melody
Writes thy voice.
To thee a single petal
Of motionless thought,
Coalesce into thine mind,
You are the one.
Surging distress,
Lament one’s dying love.
For thy heart beckons
It’s hymn to me.
Indulge thyself
Into the sea.
Searching for love’s
True self.
