too much wine passed my lips sweet red drops from his fingertips warm soft tendrils of a dream wrap me tightly in stray moonbeams limply lay his tired heart ending here where we must part a touch upon his palled face to will me from this shadowed place away, to rest, before the dawn, before his breath is fully gone to cry alone within my cell and beg release from my torrid hell I kill, I die, I fade away with the gentle kiss of summer's day end the hunger in my soul, trade my love for self-control Eden is empty in the dark vacant swings sway in the park all is gone, save for me, cursed to be, forever,free
Reason for writing:
To be honest, I'm not sure where this came from,...or what
it means. I'd be interested in hearing your interpretation!
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