I was wishing without a scepter,
and the lightning struck my face.
Bones melting from your brilliance,
heart shattered by your grace.
You chose to wed a malcontent
for reasons known to Dogs.
I never knew the glow of love
Could shine so brightly through the fog.
This dusty dawn died slowly
While typewriters typed nights away,
but when you gamble all your love
that's the price that must be payed.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
I was wishing without a scepter,
and the lightning struck my face.
Bones melting from your brilliance,
heart shattered by your grace.
You chose to wed a malcontent
for reasons known to Dogs.
I never knew the glow of love
Could shine so brightly through the fog.
This dusty dawn died slowly
While typewriters typed nights away,
but when you gamble all your love
that's the price that must be payed.
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