But still I deigned to wander through your lungs.
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed.
(Your drapes were silver wings; your shutters flung)
I drew the poison from the summer's sting,
And eased the fire out of your fevered skin.
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing;
And if you'd let me, I would move again.
I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair;
Helped form the final words before your death.
I've pitied you and plied your sails with air;
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath.
And after all of this, I am amazed,
That I am cursed far more than I am praised.
From tender years you took me for granted. But still I deigned to wander through your lungs. While you were sleeping soundly in your bed. (Your drapes were silver wings; your shutters flung) I drew the poison from the summer's sting, And eased the fire out of your fevered skin. I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing; And if you'd let me, I would move again. I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair; Helped form the final words before your death. I've pitied you and plied your sails with air; Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath. And after all of this, I am amazed, That I am cursed far more than I am praised. Explain Request ×
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