I Hope It Never Escapes, The Longing To Call You Today. I Will Hold It In My Heart And Let It Decay,
I hope it never escapes, the longing to call you today. I will hold it in my heart and let it decay, with the rest of me. Ah! Sure I will not forget you, do not fathom that I regret you. Know this, even if untold, I will see you in every spring leaf turned gold.
- reign
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Oh! She is steep,
The kind that makes you yearn
And fearful to leap;
Because one second
She'll show worlds of looming glory,
And in another you're consumed and spent.
- reign
Pardon me
My heart aches tonight
With recklessness
Your, mine, combined
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My love was a dream
So fulfilling that after it
All reality could give
Fell short
And nothing in this empty world
Could ever hold
The serendipity
Of my humble dissociation
- reign
Oh! She is steep,
The kind that makes you yearn
And fearful to leap;
Because one second
She'll show worlds of looming glory,
And in another you're consumed and spent.
- reign
My love was a dream
So fulfilling that after it
All reality could give
Fell short
And nothing in this empty world
Could ever hold
The serendipity
Of my humble dissociation
- reign
Stills don't honour
The beauty you hold
The moon knows this best
Every moment she owns the sky
She waxes and she crests
- reign
It's a poet's inclination. The urge to abandon this domestication and be the gentle beast of the woods. To see curiosity and amazement in the eyes of creatures for once. To have my muse climb trees. To fetch water from roaring streams. I have been civil in my suffering. Now I want to suffer from unusual ailments.
- reign
Some day I could've asked you
Will you love me
When this darkness becomes me
But you didn't
Now the questions I have
I ask myself
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I weep in rememberance of the ache that once existed. Not before. I wait for it to die, then I cry for the sapling that grows on its burial floor. This doesn't save me from pain, it just spares no mercy. So I lament for what is and once was.
-reign
The word 'prodigy' never found its way near my name. Yet, all I hear from peers who used to be proud, now concerned, is ' you know too much.' And I ask, and I cry.
Did I fly too close to the sun again, Father? Am I falling?
- reign
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