Not a poet of all things
But listen to this tale
Glisten to the joy it brings
Or just enjoy me fail
Made this for the girl I love
Her smile non can compare
She is all that I have
Yet she’s been in despair
For you see my fair lads
Life’s been quite unfair
Like a knife to the throat
And a jab to gloat
She lies in her nightmare
Her eyes in sorrow
With tears made by fear
Her spirit shattered and hollow
Scorched, tired and withered
She wishes to leave this place
For she has been tortured
Her happiness to embrace
This is the girl I love
She is all that I have
And all that I want
And If I could spare her pain
I’d be with her till the end of days
Whether suns turn to rain
And the moons reflect my bane
This is the girl I love and
I’ll be with her till the end of her pain
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
Not a poet of all things
But listen to this tale
Glisten to the joy it brings
Or just enjoy me fail
Made this for the girl I love
Her smile non can compare
She is all that I have
Yet she’s been in despair
For you see my fair lads
Life’s been quite unfair
Like a knife to the throat
And a jab to gloat
She lies in her nightmare
Her eyes in sorrow
With tears made by fear
Her spirit shattered and hollow
Scorched, tired and withered
She wishes to leave this place
For she has been tortured
Her happiness to embrace
This is the girl I love
She is all that I have
And all that I want
And If I could spare her pain
I’d be with her till the end of days
Whether suns turn to rain
And the moons reflect my bane
This is the girl I love and
I’ll be with her till the end of her pain
