Revolte
03-30-2014, 04:46 AM
It has been too long my beloved,
since I have heard your whimper
–that seductive, whispering plea–
that had called not in anger or fear
but in love, and in-love we are vast and free.
You had known me as boy,
when I was young and full of magic
but had forgot me in the sands
where my age had turned me tragic.
And though we had rhymed,
on rare occasion,
to the sounds of Lono's tears.
We had always stayed departed
through the hardships of our fears
–met in nights of drunk admission
that had always ran us dry,
and cursed us to the devils
who pressured us to die.
But now I see you coming
again, how could this be?!
I cut you from my veins
and you came back loving me.
since I have heard your whimper
–that seductive, whispering plea–
that had called not in anger or fear
but in love, and in-love we are vast and free.
You had known me as boy,
when I was young and full of magic
but had forgot me in the sands
where my age had turned me tragic.
And though we had rhymed,
on rare occasion,
to the sounds of Lono's tears.
We had always stayed departed
through the hardships of our fears
–met in nights of drunk admission
that had always ran us dry,
and cursed us to the devils
who pressured us to die.
But now I see you coming
again, how could this be?!
I cut you from my veins
and you came back loving me.