more garbage on the heap of love poems
Filled with praise unrivaled
Perhaps you'd play along
And my sorrow be consoled.
Was never power I held
Or wisdom that I possessed.
And not one fool excelled
At love; this I can attest.
But my meager heart's ensnared
In the hope of me and you.
Words of love cannot be spared:
They're too little, far too few.
Oh flame, my flame
You've burned me down
To ashes beneath you.
Oh flame, my flame
You've burned me down
There's nothing I can do.
Poetry by halfjack
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Written on 2011-11-18 at 03:02
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not one fool excelled
If I could write a songFilled with praise unrivaled
Perhaps you'd play along
And my sorrow be consoled.
Was never power I held
Or wisdom that I possessed.
And not one fool excelled
At love; this I can attest.
But my meager heart's ensnared
In the hope of me and you.
Words of love cannot be spared:
They're too little, far too few.
Oh flame, my flame
You've burned me down
To ashes beneath you.
Oh flame, my flame
You've burned me down
There's nothing I can do.
Poetry by halfjack
Read 1025 times
Written on 2011-11-18 at 03:02
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