rain drops on the broken petals of autuum
the melencholy taste on my lips
hung over from last nights kiss
A shallow recollection of superficial bliss
Speak to me softly
Winds of a surreal reality - breathe on me high from a lover's fog
Take my hand
a child
Born into this hell knowing nothing other than the heat of a flame
Living to experience satiety until she expires away
Speak to me love
Our tongues touch with naive suicide
Hearts engulfed in clouds of sangrine infidelity
But tomorrow lies truth!
Yesterday was a mere test
When you left me i cried
But hollow tears fell in jest
Because i know now of love
I know why the bird shackled in chains cries freedom
And i know that tomorrow the juices of a once jubilant heart
Will bleed like the tears of a weary child raised in heavens poverty
For tomorrow will come change
Tomorrow i will love again
Tomorrow.....
Tomorrow.....
Tomorrow.....
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