These lines on this face extends the heart I want to give freely,
Smothered, patched up, bleeding,
I yearn a maiden's curtain!
Furtively I stair out this prison cell you call a body,
Where's that chalice to dumbfound me? Compound me to her frenetic volition.
Virulent are all mine surroundings, for this blooded box skips beats as a child to playground games, panic attack hysteria!!
Visionary genre, mandatory I seek you, where's thine partisan all true, and a well we would make out of our own wishes..
Lamenting stitches...
Exuberant, I want you to cuddle me close, where we shall have a toast of temperament parallel. Our own heaven, our own malleable kinship..
This seeking soo trucelent, where the diagram is bent, I'm bended in with it..
Forget it I say!!!
Why do I keep looking? Didn't mother tell me ( one shall come to you!)
So wise you are mummy dearest....
I cannot goad one to see me for me,
For beauty is bound in the eye of the beholder.../
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
These lines on this face extends the heart I want to give freely,
Smothered, patched up, bleeding,
I yearn a maiden's curtain!
Furtively I stair out this prison cell you call a body,
Where's that chalice to dumbfound me? Compound me to her frenetic volition.
Virulent are all mine surroundings, for this blooded box skips beats as a child to playground games, panic attack hysteria!!
Visionary genre, mandatory I seek you, where's thine partisan all true, and a well we would make out of our own wishes..
Lamenting stitches...
Exuberant, I want you to cuddle me close, where we shall have a toast of temperament parallel. Our own heaven, our own malleable kinship..
This seeking soo trucelent, where the diagram is bent, I'm bended in with it..
Forget it I say!!!
Why do I keep looking? Didn't mother tell me ( one shall come to you!)
So wise you are mummy dearest....
I cannot goad one to see me for me,
For beauty is bound in the eye of the beholder.../
