You are---
no longer the lover of my dreams.
epitomized in the shadows of my mind,
you were a king.
I was gladly your throne;
showered you with kisses and lavished
covetous looks out of the corner of my eye
- yes, you were
the apple of my eye.
but no longer, no longer
can you stay, my king.
the golden days;
over, broken,
tyranny has fallen.
and I, the nightingale,
loosed out of my cage.
no longer to be made to sing
the mantra of our love-
was it love?
but no longer, no longer,
you are,
no longer.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
No Longer
Mixed by melodee at 9:03 PM
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