The Oak and the Widowed Fallen Angel...
I have had, no idea, about you, before,
Suddenly, looming from nowhere, i have seen you,
Perfect winged figure, attracting me, as a core,
The genuine one, in which, we will, soon, both, renew...I, dazzled, as an instant that lasts a lifetime,
Watching your tampered eyes, both, spiky manizers,
Which, has turned me, into an usurping eye rhyme :
Does the Fragmentation have let us outsiders ?Nevertheless, my love, i am, here, facing you,
Oak, taking a pounding by seasons of duty,
Unable, anymore, to shout, in or out, through,At the end of myself, and, the edge of you, we :
So, come to pick, the love fruit, fresh right off the tree,
That, its sweet sappy taste, makes, your kiss, springing spree...(C) Tenebrio September 08, 2015 at 16 : 55...