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you're the empire I dream of,
you're the untold tale to my Romanov,
and to think, I'm a forgotten word,
a mere sheath of a sullen sword,
a tone-deaf string to a somber chord,
a good old mite to a rotten board,
and you, you're the empire I dream of.
God, my mind would always block me
like I'd skipped a day of every dose,
and my pulse has always betrayed me
whenever you'd speak and come close.
would I say you should do me a favor and turn away
when I enjoy and celebrate every minute you look my way?
should I pay no mind to every history book I've read
when I had records and records of the day we met?
your single smile could paint enough yellows for my bluest grays,
and your gentle gaze could hold me still for a thousand more days,
but I'd probably never get the courage to tell you and pierce my chest
with the sword of heart-pounding courage of admiring the history's best.
but if I do, forgive me, if I hold my guitar out and strum my own heartstrings
just to tell a tale and to sing a melody your sole presence always brings.
forgive the way you remade this bard romantic
and forgive the way my heart goes ecstatic,
for even I don't understand how you had rebuild
every emotion this world and its misery had killed.
you're the empire I dream of,
you're the untold tale to my Romanov,
and to think, I'm a forgotten word,
a mere sheath of a sullen sword,
a tone-deaf string to a somber chord,
a good old mite to a rotten board,
and you, you're the empire I dream of.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
