Stranded in a domain i call my own,
disconnected from the herd of humanity
torn apart by the raging war within me,
Percieving the revolution within me,
the rebellion of my senses,
My heart pines for your love
As the peasants of my kingdom
pine for an end to their relentless hunger,
My king, You have forsaken your kingdom,
erupting an internal war of love Vs loneliness,
a blackened silver cloud that was once lit up with wealth
and prosperity,
all is fair in love and war they say,
but if love was as fair as the golden sun, why does my heart wimper
with every fibre of its existance for him?
By Monkiette
August 5/2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
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