What if I wrote without metaphors
and ne called sadness shadow or dusk?
If sorrow was sorrow, and love was love
not a curtain of rain or a summer sky above.
If my words were to stay bare
never bend, nor meander
then what would be your name,
what would I call you, I wonder.
and ne called sadness shadow or dusk?
If sorrow was sorrow, and love was love
not a curtain of rain or a summer sky above.
If my words were to stay bare
never bend, nor meander
then what would be your name,
what would I call you, I wonder.
2 comments:
Love never needed a metaphor.
Passion never needed an explanation.
me likey. :)
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