Traces of you, mementos,
You hear me when you’re sleeping,
Carrying like undertows,
The sky is bruised and bleeding.
Cast aside so easily,
That time and love meant nothing,
Why guard your heart so jealously,
Inside theres naught but stuffing.
Poured out my heart, everything,
No lies, no secret places,
Love can be a deadly-thing,
Remain’s these ghostly traces.
But its obvious,
Sorry I didn’t kiss you,
That I wanted to.
And these seven years,
I swallowed the bubblegum,
Will be pretty dumb.
I’d do anything,
It’s sad because it just hurts,
But would you do that?
Accept me dear Katherine,
Though its more than I deserve,
Pierced by loves cruel javelin,
Although it feels trite, absurd.
Leave so much left unanswered,
So many things left unsaid,
Yet still I am enamored,
You linger in my bullhead.
Never false or saccharine,
I loved your every aspect,
I’d give my life, Katherine,
But you simply won’t accept.
There are flowers in…
And it hurts, everytime,
…my heart, growing thorns.
And I won’t see you…
…again, you’re not a person,
You’re my friend, if we…
We meet, just by chance,
Can we kiss and can we dance?
If we meet just by…
Rely on me utterly,
Put your faith in God’s design,
You guard your heart stubbornly,
I would take it to enshrine.
I will be your champion,
My chest will be your pillow,
Dream of wondrous Avalon,
Beneath a weeping willow.
I pray my love awakens,
In my arms under blue-sky,
Never tire of embraces,
On that love, you can rely.
You want to leave me,
Will you leave me in your mind?
Think of me some time.
You want to keep me,
Will you help keep me alive?
Cause suicides too…
Too much on my mind,
Cause the way I am wont change,
Til I stop asking.
Open, my heart unburdened,
A gift for you love, only,
Our fate not yet determined,
To take and love you boldly.
Give me your hand beloved,
Let me kiss your lips softly,
And make us both believers,
In purest love so costly.
Leave not those words unspoken,
Your eyes the deepest ocean,
The chain of fate unbroken,
To me your heart must open.
Fickle heart so tremulous,
Fear not the god of ravens,
No spite, wrath nor petulance,
Only the sweetest avens.
I sought your hand earnestly,
And yet you still pull away,
To wait for you faithfully,
Until that fated someday.
Open our hearts utterly,
A flood not just a trickle,
The truth not mere flattery,
The tides of love less fickle.
Well I wonder, do…
Do you hear me when you sleep?
I hoarsely cry, why?
Well I wonder, do..
Do you see me when we pass?
I half die, gasping…
Somehow still alive,
Fierce last stand of all I am,
Please keep me in mind.
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