Like the continent that once was, our hearts
Are bound. Though distant are the corpses which
Bind them. I bring back to mind our last part,
And curse vile Time as if I were a witch.
For were it not for Time, in your arms I
would be. Time is evil, tricky, a pit,
slow, deadly. How I wish I could shanghai
Time, use it on our side for fighting it
is pointless. Make time our slave, “Go fast, now
slow.” Alas, this can not be done. Instead
we, the slaves to our villain, beg, “Allow
Our love to bloom. Let us lie in the bed
That is the same.” Dear Time, make our wish true;
Time skip through our split for love is long due.
please tell me if it sucks.
thanks :)
2006-12-10
19:12:14
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