There is a longing
in this poisoned heart
While it is Shellying and Keatsing
And Donning and Yeatsing
When it is acknowledging
The chivalry of a knight
The love of an heiress
The smile of a poetess
The embrace of a stranger
There is a longing
in this poisoned heart
When it is promising
Love to a despised soul
Care to an ailing body
Trust to a doubted thought
Faith to a dying belief
And prayer to a lonely God
There is a longing
in this poisoned heart
When it is weeping
Tears of happy sorrow
Tears of grieving joy
Tears of numb hurt
Tears of selfish guilt
And tears of you
There is a longing
in this poisoned heart
When it lies
And tells the truth
When it dies
And is reborn
When if fails
And happily succeeds
When it falls
And rises
When it despises
And falls in love again
There is a longing
in this poisoned heart
When it holds a hand
When it gifts a smile
When it lets go
When it lingers a while
There is a longing
in this poisoned heart
A longing to feel
What it seems to feel
A longing to be lost
In oblivions unknown
A longing to become the Sun's last ray
A longing to to conspire with the Moon
A longing to belong only to me
A longing to become you.
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