When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
In the lady's infinite book of secrecy, Lies a bleeding heart so frail. Yet on the surface lies a caricature of intimacy, Engage in play at your own peril.
So sharp are the shards of her broken memories, Her wrath seethes and sears. So intense are the many savageries, Her insides are icy with tears.
Is it icy tears, or is tears of ice? Fathom who on why she cries? Who hurt her and why so deep That she has no peace even in her sleep?
Amuse you, yes, she does that at will, Amidst her shrieks and screams so shrill. If cease will everything, and everything will cease, "Please cease tease", and cease tease please.
9:48 PM
