Taunt my precious ways with visions
Propose a chance of euphoria
End or fix this heartbreak
This mind ache o' mine

Chirp a sweet old song
on a white porch
decorated with nature
A breath of purity

Forget all I did wrong
And I'll forget soon
Apologizes all mailed
in letters by noon

No one knows peace
except the wrong
And the wronged know
only sad songs

Hanging over a wood shed-
You explained it all.

The shot the finish-
The silence and the call.

A tongue of truth-
An orchestra of teeth.

A surface of symbols-
With answers beneath.

You built us a Kingdom-
Founded upon woes.

To know we are here-
And to be here to know.

You are magic, you are fine-
Blessed be your spoken flowers.

I'd share your honest throne-
And be the prince of nothing that matters.

I'm on the verge of restlessness-
but I feel so new.

I'm on the end of righteousness-
could I live for a view...

or a moment.

Frozen.

Eating, sleeping, repeating just to hear some moaning-
where does the end feel fine?
When do we know it's calling time?

Do words last longer when you write them in rhyme?

I sure hope so.
I really wish so.