ardor abased

I envisage a day that's less morose do worlds exist less bellicose? my planet is rife with uncouth love my heart hears strife from soothsayer above I repine for hearts that were never mine I bereave this art of hands divine I'm lamenting ardor I won't receive I'll have no armor, nor reprieve amorous words,… Continue reading ardor abased

Advertisements

stolen eyes

which sky did you steal your eyes from? how many go now without their stars? I stare too long I know the outcome, the last sight I’ll see, you are. toss your hair back to the ocean nothing on land should flow so well and too, I’ll toss my coins in wishing well, do grant… Continue reading stolen eyes