Wednesday, February 9, 2011

your song

sing me a song,
it doesn't have to be long,
but in a minor, a sad key,
because the day wronged me.

i photographed the world
in color film, black and white and gold,
but i lust to capture your beauty,
stripped from chains, it's pure poetry.

i handcrafted a statue,
that someday will turn into you,
whom i will make my queen,
the prettiest eyes have ever seen.

enchant me with a tune,
take me to the dark side of the moon,
where we will always redeem,
because maybe, it was all just a dream.

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