Were I to tell you what I am inside
And what my love for you has come to be
Pray, tell me, would you still come home to me
And unto me your heart would you confide
For I no longer dare to dream galore
Nor light my sunset lamps with laughter pure
For long since have I eschewed the allure
Of starry nights, of morning dew and more
All I am now's a bouquet full of weed
That cannot bring delight to ailing eyes
A journey man who's lost his love for skies
A fallen fruit that has no flesh nor seed
So tell me would you push to me that rope
That binds at one end love, at other, hope?
2 comments:
'Hopeful despair' as I would like to call it. It is an emotion which u have not just expressed in rhyme, but into music able to be heard by an attentive ear. The ending fortifies the binding , of words to emotions, and rhyme to music.
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