What’s the truth, give me…
What you say tells me nothing,
Lost the way, lost all…
Trying to save it,
All that we gave, was wasted?
Broke, only one hope.
Just give me something,
To hold onto, got nothing,
Oh since I lost you.
Sleeping beauty awaken,
In my arms resting softly,
Your green eyes I’m quite-taken,
Muse on your dark hair oftly.
Truly you are beautiful,
But inside a heart gilded,
A soul pure and scrutable,
Praise be the God that willed-it.
Will we have our rendezvous?
Will our love be worth keeping?
Will you wake up next-to-me?
Or simply go on sleeping.
Bereft I lie listlessly,
Do I give up or persist?
The love you spern carelessly,
It seems hopeless to insist.
Would you have me disappear?
Just fade into the shadows,
True, that would be easier,
Than for you to feel exposed.
Think about what could’ve-been,
If I had but one request,
That vile fate not contravene,
And then leave me so bereft.
Coming, a force unrivaled,
Power that can’t be denied,
The world we know unravelled,
And then simply brushed aside.
What sits in place thereafter,
Of this none can be certain,
To try and court disaster,
But let not fall the curtain.
What waits beyond shambhala?
A love so pure and numbing,
To stay awhile, inshallah,
And know the waves are coming.
All your little quirks,
I swear to God I need ya,
Yeah I’m quite strange too.
Thinking tomorrow,
The places you want to go,
Without you I can’t…
A selfish lover,
The last heart you’ll uncover
Never no other.
Grateful, I am beholden,
Love through time and space echoed,
Through God I am emboldened,
To him I feel a debt-owed.
Please my love wouldst remember,
Our spirits were once married,
To this we must surrender,
My love, be you not worried.
I have come not roguishly,
To steal more than my plateful,
Your love and your progeny,
For that I am most grateful.
So soon you’ll take me
Under blue moon I saw you
Up against your will-
Fate, through thick and thin,
So cruelly you kiss me,
Lips a magic world.
Sky all hung with jewels,
The killing moon comes too soon,
Too late to beg you.
Take a breath thats true
To the hold the hand inside you
You go in shadows.
You’ll come apart and…
Some kind of night, your darkness
Colours your eyes with…
I think it’s strange that…
I want to fade into you,
Strange you never knew.
Mother thou art nakedly-
My right and purest chalice,
Let none challenge sacristy,
Honesty and warmth balanced.
In dreams I cling desperately,
The faintest hint of pleasure,
To bask in your empathy,
To want for nothing never.
Dear, I pray your indulgence,
Nay let me stew and suffer,
Lest dreaming peek refulgence,
Have mercy divine mother.
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