Vintage Revivals

Cruel may.

Recurring day.

Teary eyes

That never lies.

I'm chained within the miserable chaos.

Weird miscellany of sublime broken curse.

Starry nights scorches blurry blended verse.

Hey epitome of evilness,

Those slashed my skies lower.

Even felt everything over.

You ruled over my body wider.

I danced upon your words longer.

Past was born a friendly cat.

Now it turned scarry vampire bat.

Wounded days went by

Worst events went by.

Nothing freezes the ripples of eternal love,

Which set away like a dream of dove.

To my beloved, who resides in fallen histories.

You're always my ecstatic mysteries.

To the girl who slept in the meadows of vintage.

May we rejoice in orchards of rustic old age.

I'm your Mayflower

And once you were my only lover.