Had I, not blind, perhaps suspected
careless ways, my heart neglected
blood turned black, my veins infected
you sweet voice to me sings
And in my haste I gave too much
Compromised and eager, such
as one who craves too strong soft touch
and dark forbidden things
So ripped and raw and torn asunder
Day’s end calls as sun slips under
‘neath your waves, farewell my wonder
Cold to my bones, night brings
And in the lands of shade I’m lost
No coin to pay redeeming cost
My face grow pale as winter’s frost
To summer’s dream I cling
And on and on until the sight
Of day break pushes back the night
And there you stood in golden light
And hope eternal springs
Nice!
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Wow! Rhyming’s not usually my thing, but this is sweet.
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Thanks K 🙂
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Very nice Michael!
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Cheers L 🙂
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