Saturday, May 16, 2009
Who knew that love was controlled
redistricted by the hands of time
every waking moment spent planning a new escape
only for it to become one's heinous crime
is it such a crime to want your tight embrace?
one that lasts longer than a fleeting moment
was it such a crime to demand for a little more sand?
just to practice a language, with you, to be more fluent
even if it were not for the language we speak
at least give me more sand
let me pour it over every morsel of food and drink
or scatter it on the ground before our feet shall land
i'm on an exile now that shall last longer than i allow
a combination of obligation and choice
despite the binds round my hands and feet, i managed to speak
now as i say this a vine has begun to block out my voice
before the vine has completed its god given right
let me request for one thing and one thing only
at the end of my exile from your loving grace
give me my selfish desire of you reserving time for me only
black&red memories.
6:02 PM