It's about that difficult final decision about the love that will never be.
Nor on a sleeve of a shirt I once wore, nor on the horse I saddled for chivalry, for sure
It does not beat hither for I am aware, joyful nights abundant in love are rare
Darkness has swallowed in hallowed despair, the vacant position you left in my care
Thus I call with open arms to you, return my poor heart, for I have few
And leave my dreams from which I long, to escape the seduction of your prong
I lay down my sword that melts to glance, for with you I decide to forfeit my chance
One must realize to first be in the game, thou must first learn of my name.
Poetry by Shas Ramlogan
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Written on 2006-04-22 at 19:08
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Give My Heart Back
My heart no longer lingers on a string, nor around a finger or platter of thingsNor on a sleeve of a shirt I once wore, nor on the horse I saddled for chivalry, for sure
It does not beat hither for I am aware, joyful nights abundant in love are rare
Darkness has swallowed in hallowed despair, the vacant position you left in my care
Thus I call with open arms to you, return my poor heart, for I have few
And leave my dreams from which I long, to escape the seduction of your prong
I lay down my sword that melts to glance, for with you I decide to forfeit my chance
One must realize to first be in the game, thou must first learn of my name.
Poetry by Shas Ramlogan
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Written on 2006-04-22 at 19:08
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