vrijdag 11 september 2015

Only if this falls apart.

Wanting a relationship
functions often as a whip.

So afraid to be alone,
I am flying like a drone,
careful spying every stone,
while establishing a throne,
that should you enshrine forever.
I'm industrious and clever.

But your soul escapes from me,
even if I bow my knee,
and the beauty that you see
is partout but not in me.

On the day this falls apart
may I then live in your heart?



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