They say the envious will have their vying eyes wired shut,
and their lips sealed like empty sepulchers.
And yet, in spite of this,
I think I’ll covet you until the end of my days
For if I cannot look upon your face and feel it { mine }
I’d rather not see
And if I cannot say your name, and taste my { claim }
I’d rather not speak.
Covetous?
Perhaps
Envious?
Always.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
They say the envious will have their vying eyes wired shut,
and their lips sealed like empty sepulchers.
And yet, in spite of this,
I think I’ll covet you until the end of my days
For if I cannot look upon your face and feel it { mine }
I’d rather not see
And if I cannot say your name, and taste my { claim }
I’d rather not speak.
Covetous?
Perhaps
Envious?
Always.
