I sang for you
songs of love and hate alike
perched above you
but quite out on a limb
I sang for you
You told me beautiful stories
and I translated them
into my chorus of love
one night my singing ceased
when my thorn-pricked heart
bled over a sweet smelling rose
and you took off your bedroom light
and left...
Reason for writing:
my interpretation of the nightengale story that we all
probably heard in our highshool english classes (well,
at least I did)
Birth sign: Aquarius
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