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Lullaby for Kaiya
Who claws at the heavens shall be plunged to the depths;
What Edens erupted each second we shared...
Weeds smother the garden: my idiot friends
Fill the room when all that I want here is you.
Too cynical both to have promised forevers,
You'll grow old by the Heath with three cats and a lover
And I with another, for that's life, and that's life,
But there's nothing I'd not give to have you here now.
Our bedside carnations, ever brighter they bloom
While the room around crumbles to dorian hues,
And
you know well as I, honey, which of the two
I'll be doing each day in the absence of you.
Did a murder of silences leapfrog the months,
Descend in an arrow upon wither we've come -
To the grey swamps of history into which you plunge?
Through them I'll follow if only I may.
Days blacken the sky till no smile's left asunder;
God gives with one hand what Life takes with the other.
For naturally the bullet must come from His brother;
I'd not mind if only you were here with me now.
As the distance from Valentine's Day through to March;
As the price of each smile is two tears once it's passed;
As often as you said we were born of one heart;
As foolish as I was to've imagined it so… |
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