Do I need permission
To get you an esquire?
Shall I burn your cat on fire?
For your cat is an evil silence
Staring right into my soul,
I cry at the day's evening
For I will never burn your cat on fire--
For it is the reckoning of the lambs that cease!
Behold my heart, deliver my soul
Deliver my soul unto thee;
For you have my heart, silver and gold
No other blind rose shall see;
And one day you shall see my heart, for what it is
For I praise you to the skies above!
For no other sinner is love--
Kill my bosoms with a sword
For you have my heart,
Of fire and lambs I must go.
Oh what is a narcissistic rose without a match?
Watch the wicked roses burn,
I burn for your love....
Of fiery lambs I must confess
The presence of your love so near,
For I feel closer to you already
The warm bed sheets of despair!
Oh love on me, you fiery lamb
For we are both lambs in the field
Past or present, future or near
I must go wherever you go;
Of fire and lambs
We are free,
Let the boldness take over our revelry!
Shiny eyes seek no demise
Just the naked rose inside--
A part of me has died inside
What revelry shall we fear now?
For the beauty of a poet is rage!
I define your beautiful,
For your beautiful is defined;
Shall death again be mine?
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 6th, 2024 00:23
- Category: Unclassified
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