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Tuesday, October 8, 2013
A Peasant in Love
Looking into your eyes has become a weakness which I cannot afford. Your
burning coals of eyes glowing my soul, pillow soft cheeks I cannot
resist, and my mild heart beat becoming wilder... Supposed to be a
warrior, a scholar alike, only to be a peasant in love. Only when
looking into your eyes has become a weakness which I cannot afford, the
price being all my affection rather than attention. My passion robbed
and used for lover desires. While I should live to develop into who I
am, rather I am developing who I am to live. Your love has become my
life without my conscious approval. Had I knew looking into your eyes
would had become a weakness which I cannot afford, a contingency plan
for the payment of my soul, installed. Release me from this prison of
fission and no decision, take away my fixations! Pains me to feel as
though I've been betrayed. Love not measured by quantity but quality. No
more room to better myself, only space for maintaining this feeling of
emptiness. Do you try care when I am the only one caring? Can you be
fair and consider me, my darling? Feeling trapped when looking into your
eyes has become a weakness I cannot afford, is there a detour? Am I too
late to date? Release me, take back your leash! Spare me the feast,
give me my beast! No longer looking into your eyes, has become a
weakness, which I cannot afford, I wish I kept to my chores...