When Loki Lures
As innocent as your victims,
I pursued walking on this tightrope
Every step I take, the nearer I was to claiming the promised prize
Balancing the heaviness of my quivers with the lightness of my hope
That maybe in some other shape or form,
You'd learn to love me
I believed your cunning tricks,
Joined your twisted games that were meant to play me,
Followed you through the shameless aims,
And passed your tests, just for you to laugh at my vulnerability
While you circle around my circus of broken bricks
No force of regretting can take back what I never had
You have me in the palm of your hand
In every shape and form
- louvingly
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A Mist of Our Mythologies | ✓
ŞiirIn veiled pages, goes a million wrecked words attempting to burst out of the book we once wrote in the wondrous shelter of our love, of our supposed tomorrow together. Still, piece by piece, you disentangled while I am torn with the rest of your rem...
