BeerOclock
02-16-2007, 03:51 PM
The CraveBy Beer O'clock
Was I about to sleep, I ignore, when the alienation first came,
Or when a day by the hall I pulled my eyes, as for gaffe, to your face?
By night I’m sure of nothing but that I’ve seen perfection in a centered frame.
And no moment was worth living without such beauty, as I for it now aim.
Consider the queer truth: that I am of a vain fantasy a toy.
Hell or Earth must want something of me and speak it with mystic facts,
Why if not, oh lord, was that loveliness winnowed at whim into my path so that pain at its absence protracts?
Oh! why if not I feel this rare coy?
I had swooned in the deepest slumber- no! delirium, also known as love.
Even I neglect as for how, or at what extent is my nefarious need.
For it was written in wood that she was, from me, awfully above.
So if I bear the ache of love countless nights, pray for me to succeed.
Because for your name, my love, I would give a balloon,
And for your glance… a moon. :thumbs_up
Was I about to sleep, I ignore, when the alienation first came,
Or when a day by the hall I pulled my eyes, as for gaffe, to your face?
By night I’m sure of nothing but that I’ve seen perfection in a centered frame.
And no moment was worth living without such beauty, as I for it now aim.
Consider the queer truth: that I am of a vain fantasy a toy.
Hell or Earth must want something of me and speak it with mystic facts,
Why if not, oh lord, was that loveliness winnowed at whim into my path so that pain at its absence protracts?
Oh! why if not I feel this rare coy?
I had swooned in the deepest slumber- no! delirium, also known as love.
Even I neglect as for how, or at what extent is my nefarious need.
For it was written in wood that she was, from me, awfully above.
So if I bear the ache of love countless nights, pray for me to succeed.
Because for your name, my love, I would give a balloon,
And for your glance… a moon. :thumbs_up