My heart does not ache With every love I take. Your voice over-shadows My lame. I repose, Despite your treachery Of our love contrary;
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
By: Adam M. Snow
My heart does not ache
With every love I take.
Your voice over-shadows
My lame. I repose,
Despite your treachery
Of our love contrary;
Living our unholy masquerade,
Afraid and betrayed.
Your voice does linger still,
Though it be your will;
With every breath I speak,
Though I'm lame and weak-
I speak with my sorrow:
"Will you still love me tomorrow?"
great poem.