Remembering a Love of Insperation
mind is weak,
with the faint feel of laughter.
careful with the antique, i call my soul
caresses no longer feel pleasent,
the roses no longer smell sweet.
and for you my dear i will repeat:
laughter passes the time,
the memories i have made with you.
coffee helps the ryhme,
fatal dreams collapse in fallin dew.
and in all my pain i have forgotten face.
your face and my place.
in this demented world of loney.
maybe i'd love again, if only...
mind is melted
with an odd sense of anger,
careful with the fancy, i call my spirit
caresses encase the feeling of pleasent,
the rose is the rose to my love,
and you have picked at it too long.
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