I love you, they're the hardest words to say
but the easiest to engage in mind, sometimes.
Deeply flawed man I am,
drowning in my images
my escape from reality
well, sometimes, sometimes
face it head on;
I love the ways your hair soothes the storm,
within, blasting the wolf from it lair, your
hand softens my tense frame, this
pen shakes.
I love your flaws, they seal my wounds and I too
can help seal and heal yours.
There is no but here,
it's from the heart, so take it
eat, and let's dance amongst the stars
as sprits of the animal night,
eternally;
I know it's sentimental
I can't help the way the woods made me,
carved out of clay, stay a little longer
make me happy, this is the way, lay
down and hold my hand as I slip,
I will grip yours when you trip -
Back into the mire, into the murk, we shall be together, forever
in these woods, two wolves amongst the sheep, howling at the moon,
is it ever too soon?
I don't think so, no.
Show me your heart -
I can take away the pain.
As I wane, I wane away in my ivory
tower - craned neck to the stars
I love you, don't explain -
I love you Yulia
no if's or buts,
no refrain.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
I love you, they're the hardest words to say
but the easiest to engage in mind, sometimes.
Deeply flawed man I am,
drowning in my images
my escape from reality
well, sometimes, sometimes
face it head on;
I love the ways your hair soothes the storm,
within, blasting the wolf from it lair, your
hand softens my tense frame, this
pen shakes.
I love your flaws, they seal my wounds and I too
can help seal and heal yours.
There is no but here,
it's from the heart, so take it
eat, and let's dance amongst the stars
as sprits of the animal night,
eternally;
I know it's sentimental
I can't help the way the woods made me,
carved out of clay, stay a little longer
make me happy, this is the way, lay
down and hold my hand as I slip,
I will grip yours when you trip -
Back into the mire, into the murk, we shall be together, forever
in these woods, two wolves amongst the sheep, howling at the moon,
is it ever too soon?
I don't think so, no.
Show me your heart -
I can take away the pain.
As I wane, I wane away in my ivory
tower - craned neck to the stars
I love you, don't explain -
I love you Yulia
no if's or buts,
no refrain.
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