It’s all your fault
That fifty girls are on default
That all my calendar is halted
And all my uncanny behaviour coated.
All my actions are still rooted
Deeply rooted in this Circus of love
A love that gives me insomnia
One that withdrew my captain insignia.
It’s is you who dropped the flag
You captured my dark fame
Sculptured it and painted it
To how it currently looks like
It is you who took my hand by the bar
Dropped my glass of beer
Ferried my cold bruised body to your place
And made it my palace of rest.
It is you who fetched for the priest in the dusk
When my body felt light as husk
When my limbs flatly died
And you thought I was going to die
I salute you my heart
A beauty of rosette nature
I hail at the source of your birth
It’s everything I’d die to protect.
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