I was rugged when I hear you sing
I was torn when sunray says you just wing
Winging out of me, dearly, powerfully, menacely
Your being sparks my poetic eyes
and yours lie the same gentlest
I hear you sing this first time
And hope is suddenly spooned
by torment
by prescribed impossibility
that I could never be anything
but a listener
lasting in a far away land
clouding myself with poor mud
repeating your voice
with warmth as wishes of the false kitty
meawing at your soul
that's already reserved for the other.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
I was rugged when I hear you sing
I was torn when sunray says you just wing
Winging out of me, dearly, powerfully, menacely
Your being sparks my poetic eyes
and yours lie the same gentlest
I hear you sing this first time
And hope is suddenly spooned
by torment
by prescribed impossibility
that I could never be anything
but a listener
lasting in a far away land
clouding myself with poor mud
repeating your voice
with warmth as wishes of the false kitty
meawing at your soul
that's already reserved for the other.
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