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Beautiful soul The carrier of hardships You are the spawn Of proud ancestry The source of awe The muse for my desire Your dark skin Is my heart's awakening Yet you are not for me You are not for me You are not for me Distance remains a consistent Impediment to my sacrilege Travesty of a face of empathy Sadly I'm less than eyes can see Yet more beneath is left to greet My ears hear psalms mourning me Tears leak upon my pale cheeks Speeches are given casually Venom spews through the loose Vortexes of speaker-box booths The black hole that once controlled My inner intuitions and sold soul The owner being you in truth Sweetly scented lullabies shoo Away doubtful tunes in bloom The replacements are couth sleuths Meetings seldom meet fruition Meat meets my mouth in suspicion Meaning I'm once again a victim Meandering through prisms Restaurant owners are slower To greet me at the doorway Knowing fulfillment of my order Won't require a table for more Not for the kind of man who Stands and is hardly understood Also seemingly oblivious to who Is true and reluctant to face proof That you are not for me You are not for me You are not for me Beautiful girl You are the grains Beautiful girlfriend You are the coastline Beautiful woman You are the ocean Beautiful wife You are the Earth in whole Yet you are not for me You are not for me You are not for me The tremors The whispers The night terrors The torch bearers The dark caresser The static selector The burnt dresser The hell blesser The black lipstick wearer You are for me.
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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Beautiful soul The carrier of hardships You are the spawn Of proud ancestry The source of awe The muse for my desire Your dark skin Is my heart's awakening Yet you are not for me You are not for me You are not for me Distance remains a consistent Impediment to my sacrilege Travesty of a face of empathy Sadly I'm less than eyes can see Yet more beneath is left to greet My ears hear psalms mourning me Tears leak upon my pale cheeks Speeches are given casually Venom spews through the loose Vortexes of speaker-box booths The black hole that once controlled My inner intuitions and sold soul The owner being you in truth Sweetly scented lullabies shoo Away doubtful tunes in bloom The replacements are couth sleuths Meetings seldom meet fruition Meat meets my mouth in suspicion Meaning I'm once again a victim Meandering through prisms Restaurant owners are slower To greet me at the doorway Knowing fulfillment of my order Won't require a table for more Not for the kind of man who Stands and is hardly understood Also seemingly oblivious to who Is true and reluctant to face proof That you are not for me You are not for me You are not for me Beautiful girl You are the grains Beautiful girlfriend You are the coastline Beautiful woman You are the ocean Beautiful wife You are the Earth in whole Yet you are not for me You are not for me You are not for me The tremors The whispers The night terrors The torch bearers The dark caresser The static selector The burnt dresser The hell blesser The black lipstick wearer You are for me.
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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