Lay my head on a pillow of sentimental dreams.
Clouded vision, misguided moments.
Nostalgic memories, dispensed endorphinemachine.
Grudges held in high regards,
counterparts the spectrum of emotions experienced.
Token gestures of b r o k e n spirts,
r u g g e d features gold lies within it.
Within movements the snowflake melts in foreign temperatures.
History repeats itself,
things will never be the same again.
A beautiful eulogy,
an anthology of my soul.
Let it speak on the page in a delicate manner.
Channel my essence and bottle my compassion.
Make it happen.
Label it love.
Experience my being in your sensory safe house.
Whisper sweet nothings until they sweep me of my feet.
Hone in on my reason with the precision of multicoloured laser beams.
Lie to my in the format of lullabies.
Blow up my heart, let me be your doormat.
Actively break me, erupt and explode.
Eradicate your thoughts, erase what you were told.
Hang me out to dry -
let the crease decieve you.
Let me take over,
but don't let me defeat you.
this is one of those I found from a later night and it shows.
thank you Prince for the title