Monday, March 30, 2009

Anon.

Go! O’ dear anon.
Seeing thou is killing
Thee have set to find
That’s nowhere around
Innocent are thee
That’s what they see
Emotions thy are strong
Hurt you’d be torn
Go! O’ dear anon.!
Go! O’ dear myne!

Anon.

Brighter than lilies
Fair as queens
Had murmured thousands of times
Loved me!
If it weren’t you
Who was that glee
Had made me feel alive
Lived everywhere in me