Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Agony

Your face is a crown resting on the surface
Flowers and leaves frame your mask of acquiescence
I can feel the Adagio in G minor spilling from your eyes
You look through me into lost innocence
I
Mouthed I am sorry
But you're deaf to me


I destroyed those loving eyes with infidelity
It was a dalliance I argued
I hadn't been prepared
For your unbelievable catatonia
I
Mouthed I am sorry
But you're deaf to me


Who prescribed agony for love's violation
Did I fell you with my ignorance
Will I ever gaze into your loving eyes again
I can't breathe of my person
I
Mouthed I am sorry
But you're deaf to me


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