Yell a little louder, I dare you
Your heart is a megaphone set to loud let it bleat its message
to the crows and crowds alike
Your mind is a violin, sitting like porcelain in a satin palace
Singing a somber tone to its audience of no one,
so alone.
Your spirit is a caged stalion
ready to rare, flash its teeth, grip its hind legs and stare
But in my arms you are a puppet
so warm and soft
I have trouble believing how much you must cost
because the wears you fetch and sell have amassed no fortune
and the hearts you keep in jars have long since stopped beating
move on with me,
skip town, come dance around
free as yetis,
and just as likely to exist,
my presence unkown to you now
will be the dowry on which our lives will finnally start
And in your eyes, I might finnaly exist
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Yell a little louder, I dare you
Your heart is a megaphone set to loud let it bleat its message
to the crows and crowds alike
Your mind is a violin, sitting like porcelain in a satin palace
Singing a somber tone to its audience of no one,
so alone.
Your spirit is a caged stalion
ready to rare, flash its teeth, grip its hind legs and stare
But in my arms you are a puppet
so warm and soft
I have trouble believing how much you must cost
because the wears you fetch and sell have amassed no fortune
and the hearts you keep in jars have long since stopped beating
move on with me,
skip town, come dance around
free as yetis,
and just as likely to exist,
my presence unkown to you now
will be the dowry on which our lives will finnally start
And in your eyes, I might finnaly exist
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