Babe, I love kissing you like sipping hot tea;
I go sip after sip, and you're always so sweet.
Burn my mouth if I must to have that nice taste;
See myself in reflections so close to my face.
Cheek-bones touch the holy fountain;
Youth again I have obtained;
Seen my eyes bounce back within;
Whet again, my tongue's edged flame.
Cannot communicate through this facade;
I guess we're done, the haze has won:
I've lost God.
Thanks for such a nice attempt, see you in some other life my friend.
I've lost the ability to say what I mean and to mean what I say;
And I'm scared of conversation, so I shamefully publicly pray.
That makes me a poet, too many would say;
A cynical stance I'd have to portray:
Spreading Gods word is duty, no doubt;
But forcing it on others ain't what Gods about;
Listen to me preach if you have any doubts;
I'll silence your ulterior motives right out.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Babe, I love kissing you like sipping hot tea;
I go sip after sip, and you're always so sweet.
Burn my mouth if I must to have that nice taste;
See myself in reflections so close to my face.
Cheek-bones touch the holy fountain;
Youth again I have obtained;
Seen my eyes bounce back within;
Whet again, my tongue's edged flame.
Cannot communicate through this facade;
I guess we're done, the haze has won:
I've lost God.
Thanks for such a nice attempt, see you in some other life my friend.
I've lost the ability to say what I mean and to mean what I say;
And I'm scared of conversation, so I shamefully publicly pray.
That makes me a poet, too many would say;
A cynical stance I'd have to portray:
Spreading Gods word is duty, no doubt;
But forcing it on others ain't what Gods about;
Listen to me preach if you have any doubts;
I'll silence your ulterior motives right out.
Jazz got me stumblin haha
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