Aye, this pavement now pale and old
A flower once sprung of glistening gold
When melilot narrates me of time long before
These crevices on floor hides these unheed lore
But no vibrant sings over here merely a withered sedge
Once the hour I remember this our lovely
pledge
Beguiling is the pendant of love I carry so far
More ado of me to love you surpass the clouds and star
I listened on the voided diminuendo of song
And purple lethe came; told me I was never wrong
Told me this love is so beautifully painful
And a lovers be sometimes wonderfully disdainful
Aye, this Sycamore now languid and cold
A bough once sprung of glistening gold
You warned us against profit and greed,
with deaf ears these warnings; went unheed.
You soul was pillaged and changed,
till your life became so unarranged.
Dry your tears and please don`t dispair,
for your innocent child will start to care.
He maybe standing at the cliffs face,
so just show them-them your lovin` grace.
Forget your fury-forget your outrage,
time to start on a brand new page.
Hide me
because Love, you believe, is hideous
because temptations feed your cravings
and scrolling sinners seek solo.
Feign a facade,
fix a fantasy,
build bull
and call it your life.
The devil rejoices on broken bonds
making merry of many mourns -
the mockery you mold over matrimony.
Hide me,
And unheed me.
Hide me, then ease the sting
by strewing petals plucked
from the flowers of farce, forced feelings.
It's ok to hide me
because the hole metamorphs
into the comfort of oblivious
and the last time a hide,
when the heart hardens,
and you get to seek me,
I won't let you find me.
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