At your feet


If my heart were to skip a beat
I’d rather die at your feet
If my carriage were to idle
then my hands would catch up
with the velocity of your feet

If your tooth turns sweet
Then this lolly, come and sweep.

My blood for you runs deep
Would you heap my platter
ere my starving reeks.

Come dry out this bloody creek
I am at your feet
Water my heat.
Into my heartbreak demise
would you steep?

I am triumphant, even in defeat
For I am dying at your feet.

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