Apathy Eulogy (The)
To Be Read In The Morning Directly After You Wake
I promised myself a pretty smile would never thaw my heart,
yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles.
how tender and supple is the frame of your art.
you weave gracefully; gracefully weave.
undo me sweet tenderness.
undo me.
consume sweet lavishness.
consume me.
sunset filters through the bridge and rests gracefully on you smiling
From Letras Mania