If love, like a lizards tail
would grow back when the last did fail
then the length of my tail would be all for you
and like sunrise at the break of day would rise anew
And if then, my love like a wizards wand
had the necessary magic to keep you fond
i would shower you, with spell after spell
to cleanse the past until all was well
Yet my loves but a trinket gathering dust
a scrapheap car starting to rust
whilst you shine on, a glimmering light
the brightest star in my gloomy night












2008-06-14 @ 22:00