Thursday, November 12, 2009

The gift of void

Strike me dead, my little princess, if I trespass into your memory.
Strike me dead, my little princess, if my heart whispers in your solitude.

Like a snake I have coiled around all memorable moments we shared
Strike me dead, my little princess, if a word ever raises its head.

Holding the moon in my palm I had traveled towards the sun
Strike me dead, my little princess, if the moon fails to light up tonight.

I kneel and pray but my prayers do not have wings
Strike me dead, my little princess, my infidel heart sings!

Every moment like a mirror reflects your face to me
Strike me dead, my little princess, if you ever pass by me.

I have painted the walls of my house in the colors of your smile
Strike me dead, my little princess, if ever a tear drops from your eye.

I have stalked love like the night that stalks the day
Strike me dead, my little princess, and free my love today.

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