Almond Eyes
- Linnaea Borealis
- 1 mars 2016
- 1 min läsning
Was it true, what we did?
Was it real, what was done?
Was it wrong, or an illusion?
Was it a necessity as conclusion?
Whatever it was I liked it.
Mesmerizing bloom through deepest mist
Metamorphosing beauty rediscovered
Fully alive and living, my senses kissed
But no one is spared, my beloved
Our passage will come to an end before long
Your sweet fruit is much too bitter
As Himeros partake in our song
A part of me beg to differ
Your blossom may revive my long lost hope
Yet time will come to wither
I wish for no need to envelop
As this vitality slithers
But take no thought of the morrow
And take non for the past
Nothing can stop the arrow
And this is unsurpassed
Was it true, what we did?
Was it real, what was done?
Was it wrong, or just an illusion?
Was it a necessity as conclusion?
Whatever it was I liked it.
Admiring the almond eyes.
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