03-07-2013, 03:21 PM
I. Fairytales from a love supposedly sublime
It could be a love so perfectly fine,
was it not for the saddening fact,
that every now and then and again
she loses the beat of our song
and I lose my line.*
And all our belated amendments
will not save us from falling apart
and will not shield us from grief
because pain is part of the game :
if there is no cross, there will be no crown.
But having just lilted like that,
I now have to sadly regret
that this may very well be
just another sweet little lie.
One of those fairytales
desperate lovers make up
to prevent them from losing
just another beat or a line
of the love song they coo*
at each other again and again
and all of the time.
*;-)
It could be a love so perfectly fine,
was it not for the saddening fact,
that every now and then and again
she loses the beat of our song
and I lose my line.*
And all our belated amendments
will not save us from falling apart
and will not shield us from grief
because pain is part of the game :
if there is no cross, there will be no crown.
But having just lilted like that,
I now have to sadly regret
that this may very well be
just another sweet little lie.
One of those fairytales
desperate lovers make up
to prevent them from losing
just another beat or a line
of the love song they coo*
at each other again and again
and all of the time.
*;-)