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A withered pleasure from long ago |
O' how I long for what I have lost How foolishly further I fell in this Folly To boorishly incur my quell in this volley For that which I may not have had But at least tasted a glimpse of Far more likely the latter in my case Seeing as how credulously my heart dreamt How foolishly further I fell in this folly To boorishly incur my quell in this volley O' how I long for that which I have lost For this which indubitably drove me mad Vexing vixens verily virulent venom Perpetuating this punctuated puncturing Pisces She was given the keys to my kingdom I let her loose in my heart with utter freedom Ever too deep in denial to ponder the cost The cost of what is lost and claimed beneath the frost Frozen memories falling to a shattering finality Never again to feel the bent rays of a farce from a far O' how I long for what I have lost How foolishly further I fell in this folly To boorishly incur my quell in this volley To feel the bent rays of a farce from a far Like the subtle touch of a cool breeze on a scar A withered pleasure from long ago, Cold, detached, no more to hold Between our two faces those blithe embraces O' how I loathe that which I have lost Ever too deep in denial to ponder the cost The cost of what is lost and claimed beneath the frost Frozen memories falling to a shattering finality As her virulent venom fills this commodious cavity Where once but nevermore there was my heart By Anthony S. Parker |