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Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?
To be your playtoy and your icy muse?

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?
To be your playtoy and your icy muse?
You shook my faith and worth so violently

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?
To be your playtoy and your icy muse?
You shook my faith and worth so violently
My empty, chilly soul won't just refuse.

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?
To be your playtoy and your icy muse?
You shook my faith and worth so violently
My empty, chilly soul won't just refuse.

For still I love my Aspie, cold and drear.

Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 3:11 pm Post subject:

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Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?
To be your playtoy and your icy muse?
You shook my faith and worth so violently
My empty, chilly soul won't just refuse.

For still I love my Aspie, cold and drear.
There's such a bond, too hard to pull apart.

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?
To be your playtoy and your icy muse?
You shook my faith and worth so violently
My empty, chilly soul won't just refuse.

For still I love my Aspie, cold and drear.
There's such a bond, too hard to pull apart.
Magnetic poles can shift and flip I fear.

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?
To be your playtoy and your icy muse?
You shook my faith and worth so violently
My empty, chilly soul won't just refuse.

For still I love my Aspie, cold and drear.
There's such a bond, too hard to pull apart.
Magnetic poles can shift and flip I fear.
But still my Aspie stays close to my heart.

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?
To be your playtoy and your icy muse?
You shook my faith and worth so violently
My empty, chilly soul won't just refuse.

For still I love my Aspie, cold and drear.
There's such a bond, too hard to pull apart.
Magnetic poles can shift and flip I fear.
But still my Aspie stays close to my heart.

Alone, you had me face the world's replies

Return to you, my lover of the past?
O Aspie, loving as a piece of rock,
A banquet now, where once there was a fast,
My feelings only ever cause to mock.

So why return to suffer silently?
To be your playtoy and your icy muse?
You shook my faith and worth so violently
My empty, chilly soul won't just refuse.

For still I love my Aspie, cold and drear.
There's such a bond, too hard to pull apart.
Magnetic poles can shift and flip I fear.
But still my Aspie stays close to my heart.

Alone, you had me face the world's replies
Yet now you yearn to be my endless skies.

The sonnets fair we shan't allow to cease.

The sonnets fair we shan't allow to cease.
This tyranny of syllables and ryhmes.

The sonnets fair we shan't allow to cease.
This tyranny of syllables and ryhmes.
For writing poems grants me blessed peace.

The sonnets fair we shan't allow to cease.
This tyranny of syllables and ryhmes.
For writing poems grants me blessed peace.
A Chinese of light, in melancholy times.