Song | Homesick Sonnets |
Artist | Emilie Autumn |
Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Sonnet I | |
In times of warmth | |
When love and comfort dear | |
Have cast their blindless light upon my star | |
How is it | |
That I wish to disappear | |
And find myself again | |
Back where you are? | |
Is it that home is only home with you? | |
And how then did you earn your house that name | |
When judged by years it's relatively new? | |
My home is not my home here just the same | |
And so I will be happy as I must | |
Although without you | |
Sugar tastes as dust | |
Sonnet II | |
What sweetened torture I endure each day | |
When hour after hour passes by | |
And still I feel so very far away | |
From that which I desire | |
Yes, thee and I | |
Yet rosy is my sadness | |
For ere now | |
I never had pined after someone’s touch | |
Nor eyes | |
Nor lips | |
Nor hands | |
Nor raven brow | |
And here I am | |
Missing almost too much | |
My paradox is that I weep at this | |
While being glad I have a love to miss | |
Sonnet III | |
Heartsick have I been | |
This long, long day | |
Heavy is my disposition | |
Yet, I smile | |
And try my best to hide away | |
The pain | |
The life | |
The love I can’t forget | |
Sorry am I | |
For the ones I fool | |
They ask for nothing save my company | |
And yet I cannot seem to break the rule | |
That sayeth once I love | |
Twice bound I’ll be | |
Alas, I often slip | |
And to them show | |
That far away | |
My heart desires to go | |
Sonnet IV | |
It seems only a moment past | |
I listened to the dulcet tone | |
Of thy too far off voice at last | |
But now I find myself alone | |
Yet, my eyes closed | |
I am not so | |
For underneath my fingertips | |
I feel your flesh | |
Caressing slow | |
And hold thy tongue between my lips | |
Past caring how forlorn it seems | |
I’ll sleep to meet you in my dreams | |
Sonnet V | |
A cold wind ravages my mind | |
As though I were | |
A blade of grass | |
Which, rained upon | |
Has been made blind | |
And waits now for the storm to pass | |
But, strange | |
The closer cometh I | |
To travel's end and your embrace | |
The darker seems to go the sky | |
The further off seemeth your face | |
'Tis trying | |
When in pain, to rhyme | |
'Tis harder still to measure time |
Sonnet I | |
In times of warmth | |
When love and comfort dear | |
Have cast their blindless light upon my star | |
How is it | |
That I wish to disappear | |
And find myself again | |
Back where you are? | |
Is it that home is only home with you? | |
And how then did you earn your house that name | |
When judged by years it' s relatively new? | |
My home is not my home here just the same | |
And so I will be happy as I must | |
Although without you | |
Sugar tastes as dust | |
Sonnet II | |
What sweetened torture I endure each day | |
When hour after hour passes by | |
And still I feel so very far away | |
From that which I desire | |
Yes, thee and I | |
Yet rosy is my sadness | |
For ere now | |
I never had pined after someone' s touch | |
Nor eyes | |
Nor lips | |
Nor hands | |
Nor raven brow | |
And here I am | |
Missing almost too much | |
My paradox is that I weep at this | |
While being glad I have a love to miss | |
Sonnet III | |
Heartsick have I been | |
This long, long day | |
Heavy is my disposition | |
Yet, I smile | |
And try my best to hide away | |
The pain | |
The life | |
The love I can' t forget | |
Sorry am I | |
For the ones I fool | |
They ask for nothing save my company | |
And yet I cannot seem to break the rule | |
That sayeth once I love | |
Twice bound I' ll be | |
Alas, I often slip | |
And to them show | |
That far away | |
My heart desires to go | |
Sonnet IV | |
It seems only a moment past | |
I listened to the dulcet tone | |
Of thy too far off voice at last | |
But now I find myself alone | |
Yet, my eyes closed | |
I am not so | |
For underneath my fingertips | |
I feel your flesh | |
Caressing slow | |
And hold thy tongue between my lips | |
Past caring how forlorn it seems | |
I' ll sleep to meet you in my dreams | |
Sonnet V | |
A cold wind ravages my mind | |
As though I were | |
A blade of grass | |
Which, rained upon | |
Has been made blind | |
And waits now for the storm to pass | |
But, strange | |
The closer cometh I | |
To travel' s end and your embrace | |
The darker seems to go the sky | |
The further off seemeth your face | |
' Tis trying | |
When in pain, to rhyme | |
' Tis harder still to measure time |
Sonnet I | |
In times of warmth | |
When love and comfort dear | |
Have cast their blindless light upon my star | |
How is it | |
That I wish to disappear | |
And find myself again | |
Back where you are? | |
Is it that home is only home with you? | |
And how then did you earn your house that name | |
When judged by years it' s relatively new? | |
My home is not my home here just the same | |
And so I will be happy as I must | |
Although without you | |
Sugar tastes as dust | |
Sonnet II | |
What sweetened torture I endure each day | |
When hour after hour passes by | |
And still I feel so very far away | |
From that which I desire | |
Yes, thee and I | |
Yet rosy is my sadness | |
For ere now | |
I never had pined after someone' s touch | |
Nor eyes | |
Nor lips | |
Nor hands | |
Nor raven brow | |
And here I am | |
Missing almost too much | |
My paradox is that I weep at this | |
While being glad I have a love to miss | |
Sonnet III | |
Heartsick have I been | |
This long, long day | |
Heavy is my disposition | |
Yet, I smile | |
And try my best to hide away | |
The pain | |
The life | |
The love I can' t forget | |
Sorry am I | |
For the ones I fool | |
They ask for nothing save my company | |
And yet I cannot seem to break the rule | |
That sayeth once I love | |
Twice bound I' ll be | |
Alas, I often slip | |
And to them show | |
That far away | |
My heart desires to go | |
Sonnet IV | |
It seems only a moment past | |
I listened to the dulcet tone | |
Of thy too far off voice at last | |
But now I find myself alone | |
Yet, my eyes closed | |
I am not so | |
For underneath my fingertips | |
I feel your flesh | |
Caressing slow | |
And hold thy tongue between my lips | |
Past caring how forlorn it seems | |
I' ll sleep to meet you in my dreams | |
Sonnet V | |
A cold wind ravages my mind | |
As though I were | |
A blade of grass | |
Which, rained upon | |
Has been made blind | |
And waits now for the storm to pass | |
But, strange | |
The closer cometh I | |
To travel' s end and your embrace | |
The darker seems to go the sky | |
The further off seemeth your face | |
' Tis trying | |
When in pain, to rhyme | |
' Tis harder still to measure time |