

13. To a Lovesick Vine13. To a Lovesick Vine13. To a Lovesick Vine
I hate to admit it, But I did shed a tear touching A thorn of yours, feeling a tiny drop Of poison run along my finger, Trail down my arm.
I hear you grew up quite a bit Since you came back; nowadays You look like a noblewoman of other times, No smile to shed light upon us all, And crystal ice gashes your veins.
I must admit I was beginning to lose hope.
Then, As I was turning the other way, I saw pencils in your chignon Red, Gold and Green. Your roses.
They


12. Leaving Neutropia12. Leaving Neutropia12. Leaving Neutropia
I could be wrong I suppose, But I woke up a few hours ago And my eyes were crimson with salt and sweat: I saw it, dim, in every drop on the window, They seemed to swell and run for refuge To each other, and then the frame.
To your shoulder my sweat Could be a charm I suppose: but
The one thing that would bring you back I will soon be all out of, my bad.
So just stay where you are.
No, I dont expect anything from you. This place will be behind me, early afternoon.


11. At Last, Rain11. At Last, Rain11. At Last, Rain
These words fall on empty ears, This voice bounces on empty shoulders, Within my reach, but beyond my grasp.
Where in the world are you now?
Oh yeah now I remember: Six feet underground.
Damn
Minutes before falling asleep, I wash my face outside the window to A thunder in the distance, But no lightning bolt in sight. Its not your fault but still Id like to blame you for it, if you dont mind.
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Dancing
Flying
Flowing
On this summer breeze..
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Dancing
Flying
Flowing
On this summer breeze..
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