08-28-2012, 09:59 AM
Oh my Emily, it was you who ripped
a jagged beat from my brick of a heart.
It no longer swings dead within my cage;
but rocks excessive to your ruby reds
that follow who knows what road of magic.
I am the lily no more, but the vine
supporting with tendrils, the moon you see
hanging blue.
a jagged beat from my brick of a heart.
It no longer swings dead within my cage;
but rocks excessive to your ruby reds
that follow who knows what road of magic.
I am the lily no more, but the vine
supporting with tendrils, the moon you see
hanging blue.
