All I wanted was my own serving boy
Who looks at you as if you were Queen of the Fairies.
But we know who taped gossamer wings to your back,
So baby, let's not call the flying magic.
You could have chosen any Robin Goodfellow
But your eyelids are heavy with the juice.
Love is blind, true, but also very, very, lucky
And I can see the flower red in your cheeks,
Sticky on your skin, blooming in your judgement.
Let someone else awake alone and frightened
Closed in by your midsummer night.
I want to toss and turn and dream and wonder
How someone so beautiful and regal
Could fall for a man no more than an ass.
















Comments
--
I am all that is left of the creature that was once me.
--
"As a computer I find your faith in technology amusing."
"I love a battle of wits almost as much as I love clashing blades."
--
¥~*I do not like the feeling that I am feeling while I'm feeling it
and when I'm done feeling it for the moment I won't feel wrong for feeling it,but right now I feel it and it feels wrong.*~¥ - (E.Soileau)
Previous PageNext Page