Is it true that she may overlook my fallacies repeatedly delivered to her door?
And a self dignified renewal will excuse my ambivalent decisions
On a somber night, sweet rapture will prompt us to awake with a startling siren of urgency
Oh the sporadic foreboding of my subconscious chiming in when all is still
But is none the less heard
Honesty
Compassion
Reassurance
Intimacy
Whispering echoes in my frail chamber of a mind
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
Is it true that she may overlook my fallacies repeatedly delivered to her door?
And a self dignified renewal will excuse my ambivalent decisions
On a somber night, sweet rapture will prompt us to awake with a startling siren of urgency
Oh the sporadic foreboding of my subconscious chiming in when all is still
But is none the less heard
Honesty
Compassion
Reassurance
Intimacy
Whispering echoes in my frail chamber of a mind
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