who am I if not who yearns
who ought to commit a folly
If I is the name at fault
If one's heart dances in beat
and what is mellow in facade— a war inside
to succumb in such madness they call love
when I doubt and falter
in chaos of chatter, the tongue mutters
a spell made for itself
a declaration of defeat
by a pretentious offender
in which I is the name
whom guilty of thy crime
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:18 AM UTC
who am I if not who yearns
who ought to commit a folly
If I is the name at fault
If one's heart dances in beat
and what is mellow in facade— a war inside
to succumb in such madness they call love
when I doubt and falter
in chaos of chatter, the tongue mutters
a spell made for itself
a declaration of defeat
by a pretentious offender
in which I is the name
whom guilty of thy crime
- ousson