early dawn
as the sun reaches the peak
of the cold blue lake
and the little birdies squeak
I look upon my blessing as I hear your voice speak
"good morning my love, guess it wasn't a dream"
last night was an miraculous night we redeem
redemption at its finest, our souls finally unite
baptized tears from my eyes
assurance I'll be alright
its humorous to imagine I never thought it come
waking up with you to the reddish, morning sun
the best is saved for last
a story so divine
when you plant your lips on my kiss
I start to turn alive
my lover and my brother
my best, and my last
writing masterpieces
still our love is contrast
& nobody poses what we have been blessed with
I hear you in my mind
whispering "it's alright"
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
early dawn
as the sun reaches the peak
of the cold blue lake
and the little birdies squeak
I look upon my blessing as I hear your voice speak
"good morning my love, guess it wasn't a dream"
last night was an miraculous night we redeem
redemption at its finest, our souls finally unite
baptized tears from my eyes
assurance I'll be alright
its humorous to imagine I never thought it come
waking up with you to the reddish, morning sun
the best is saved for last
a story so divine
when you plant your lips on my kiss
I start to turn alive
my lover and my brother
my best, and my last
writing masterpieces
still our love is contrast
& nobody poses what we have been blessed with
I hear you in my mind
whispering "it's alright"
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