Credulous

Written in Winter 2006

 

Indulgence of words and captivating hate

My muse of song and a blind eye

Unseeingly shivers with God’s fate

The wrong bed I itch to lie

 

My muse of song and a blind eye

Pessimistic past of wrongs much hushed

The wrong bed I itch to lie

A uncovered love cannot be rushed

 

Pessimistic past of wrongs much hushed

Hand outstretched, to push, to take

A love uncovered cannot be rushed

Silenced is he, this much is fake

 

Hand outstretched, to push, to take

Fallen again with tongue-tied truths

Silenced is he, this much is fake

Passionate is life, ruinous is youth