Lover’s Eyes

Posted: August 25, 2016 in Introspective prose, Melancholy

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Well, love was kind for a time
Now just aches and it makes me blind

But do not ask the price I paid,
I must live with my quiet rage,
Tame the ghosts in my head,
That run wild and wish me dead.
Should you shake my ash to the wind
Lord, forget all of my sins
Oh, let me die where I lie
Neath the curse of my lover’s eyes.

 

MUMFORD AND SONS–Lover’s Eyes

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