Dreams are black and sullen
Like the black stallion
Pure beauty
Though it lacks simplification
Relying on my obsession
Killing the temptation
Is Our love true?
My love is false
No one cares
Any shining stars of a beautiful moment
Fade into oblivion and darken
Leaving me high and wet
Where is your hand
Mouth
Taste
*** is all that you are to me in this sphere of time
To not talk nor greet at the given moment
Equals talking to an unknowable god
To you, I amount to nothing
Stallion you are to me
Beauty identified
There is not a time frame for us
No goodbye or a hello
Just another sigh
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
Dreams are black and sullen
Like the black stallion
Pure beauty
Though it lacks simplification
Relying on my obsession
Killing the temptation
Is Our love true?
My love is false
No one cares
Any shining stars of a beautiful moment
Fade into oblivion and darken
Leaving me high and wet
Where is your hand
Mouth
Taste
*** is all that you are to me in this sphere of time
To not talk nor greet at the given moment
Equals talking to an unknowable god
To you, I amount to nothing
Stallion you are to me
Beauty identified
There is not a time frame for us
No goodbye or a hello
Just another sigh
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