I cannot be thy cherished Persephone
To dwell in what-if and what-could-be
I hope someday you'll find your epiphany
And dwell no longer in self melancholy
...
To write is to heal as I suppose
Yet a requiem sounds a tad too morose
And so I pray for a sweet repose
As dear October draws to a close
...
The midnight gnome dances no more
For its heart is weary and its feet are sore
This love has been lost to some distant shore
Only to flourish in tales of legends and lore
To dwell in what-if and what-could-be
I hope someday you'll find your epiphany
And dwell no longer in self melancholy
...
To write is to heal as I suppose
Yet a requiem sounds a tad too morose
And so I pray for a sweet repose
As dear October draws to a close
...
The midnight gnome dances no more
For its heart is weary and its feet are sore
This love has been lost to some distant shore
Only to flourish in tales of legends and lore
off with the old and on with the new. now go forth and lay claim to whats yours to be... :D
me loves you. me drunk. again. shite. me got into trouble. again. shite.fuck it la.