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This, the hour when my thoughts do mix between the solid foundations of those thoughts betwixt.
I, in my subtle words, have birthed a crevasse between my own joy and the places where it flows. How can my waters be so shallow when those I love are dying of thirst?
He can move between my eyelids, pulling me inside, where I want to be. This bi polar love affair makes me feel sick silly with stupidity, I was 19 once too.
You, with your milky words and your brillow pad of matted hair, eyes of the darkest brown to conceal those intentions. You once spoke to me of the power of tongues, well I implore you... speak to me now.
Tell me why you pull, why you drag me to these depths to brandish this unwavering attempt to split my gut. How and why do these halls hold my heart, when your marbled skin is riddled with thick veins of asshole flavored promises.
Two men, in between the nooks of my skin, brimming at the chance to let loose their messiah's beacon. A temple to be raised in the honor of me. One to bring down the towers and destroy the villages, the enclave below the banks. To raze the homes of the midwives and mill ants, to better serve my creative spark.
In contrast to his brother, a spatial man of space kneaded loaves. To construct no buildings or towers, but to level the grounds and better serve the divine. No valleys and no mountains, all to be equal. Pleasant fields of such love, in white drapes, to swallow the towers of 1.
Together they danced and the words flew at chance, when the topic of you, they discussed. In accordance to rules, written by fools, its my lust for your form that's in rust.
Let me desire, that which can not be, to the silence of men when the option is thee. How pretty to flow, to ebb, weave and bob... but never to think of the hearts that you rob.
Silently I pray you go into the night, as you watch her head hang low. There's darkness in the future, but there's no light in the past, this much, you too know.
Kick me, bleed me and let me suffer, but never question this. That for all the men I wanted most, your ass ain't on that list.
I, in my subtle words, have birthed a crevasse between my own joy and the places where it flows. How can my waters be so shallow when those I love are dying of thirst?
He can move between my eyelids, pulling me inside, where I want to be. This bi polar love affair makes me feel sick silly with stupidity, I was 19 once too.
You, with your milky words and your brillow pad of matted hair, eyes of the darkest brown to conceal those intentions. You once spoke to me of the power of tongues, well I implore you... speak to me now.
Tell me why you pull, why you drag me to these depths to brandish this unwavering attempt to split my gut. How and why do these halls hold my heart, when your marbled skin is riddled with thick veins of asshole flavored promises.
Two men, in between the nooks of my skin, brimming at the chance to let loose their messiah's beacon. A temple to be raised in the honor of me. One to bring down the towers and destroy the villages, the enclave below the banks. To raze the homes of the midwives and mill ants, to better serve my creative spark.
In contrast to his brother, a spatial man of space kneaded loaves. To construct no buildings or towers, but to level the grounds and better serve the divine. No valleys and no mountains, all to be equal. Pleasant fields of such love, in white drapes, to swallow the towers of 1.
Together they danced and the words flew at chance, when the topic of you, they discussed. In accordance to rules, written by fools, its my lust for your form that's in rust.
Let me desire, that which can not be, to the silence of men when the option is thee. How pretty to flow, to ebb, weave and bob... but never to think of the hearts that you rob.
Silently I pray you go into the night, as you watch her head hang low. There's darkness in the future, but there's no light in the past, this much, you too know.
Kick me, bleed me and let me suffer, but never question this. That for all the men I wanted most, your ass ain't on that list.
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