O! Precious daughter of Eve
In his heart you tether
O! Bundle of light
That injects happiness in life
With your glaringly tedious face
Her heart golden, golden heart
Like a songstress out of donjon
They rappelled the hump of misery
Like drowned slaves,are they?
In a greasy white planet
They dwell, on a king-size
Truly, frightfully on a king-size
Dawdling till the end of time
Or "happily ever after"
Cruelly sending his old life
-and the dearth of love
To live with his sweet aunt
In Hades.
The trigger of joyful pain
Pain! What has this homely soul done you?
You sucked a brother in this devious bucket
Bucket of flesh-eating agony
Agony! The shamed skipper of like
Like a drunken pilot in a sand boat
Boat as cruel and vile as a thread
Thread on which a hapless romantic once galloped
Galloped to the anthill of sorrow
Sorrow who ebbed away ecstasy.
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Semiprecious Elysian Fields
PoetryThe whispers of the spirit of dead lovers can be agonizingly joyful, I have managed to collect the very best from my sleep. Read, digest and share. Thanks
