posted on Oct, 4 2015 @ 09:07 AM
Ummm...Here's a little ode...dedicated to the effects of love...or perhaps it's affectation or even infection...
Yep...infection reflection time...
Why does love birth this pervasive melancholy?
Caring thieves strength.
I am hollowed my surface stretched taught.
This resonance perpetuates I
a vibratory voice which faint sings lone and ephemeral.
The tenor of my yearning more reminiscent
of twilight marsh birds speaking lorn.
This quiescent search stirs a like reply.
These harmonic undertones identical
return to bruise my fragile tympanic ego.
I am rocked by my own mute echo.
There you have it...It's love...and I am so...played