Darling, does the wait not bother you?
It's been a long while.
When did epiphany hit you
with how it's all so volatile?
Darling, did we offend the stars or
are they just being pricks?
Covert trysts are clever twists but
our hearts aren't toys for tricks
Lover, you know
I've always been the philocalist.
And you're the scenic grace
I'd sought and found in a poison-mist.
Darling, do you dream me on your bed?
Does it make you cry?
Seeking respite in these visions, do
you think they make fate try?
You grew me wings
“Tu adit qué je suis ta fée”
before the flow of life struck me
out of the reverie.
Caress my face.
Come find solace
in my embrace.
Come find your grace.
Love, close your eyes;
your world's not nice.
Take off your guise;
we don't need lies.
we don't need lies.
It's not your fault; i's not our fault.
We just
fell hard,
misstepped,
crashed on asphalt.
Keep dreaming
my warmth and whispers,
We are destined.
Promise one day
We'll no longer be
clandestine.
Till a happy fate,
patiently wait.
Come shed your weight;
exonerate.
Caress my face.
Come find solace
in my embrace;
your happy place.
YOU ARE READING
All Of This Is Very Bleak
PoetryJust a few personal songs and poetry, that's all. The cover is a random photo from my gallery
