This blue borne cold blood
you've erased in me.
you have changed my inner views,
this black breeze,
And inside my lucid dreams.
this dense excitement;
your spirit have brought me
just like heaven sent.
This energy you have gave us
does not line in queue,
bravely timid.
in control and blue.
Now you're laying your guard low,
and I am thankful,
we had our moments,
our time and tools.
Our ways we cannot compromise,
that set the tone and standards;
our shield and sword,
boasts our missions in placards
without an intention
to hide behind the shadows.
we walk hand in hand
working like bows and arrows.
We tire ourselves,
We shoot the city lights;
calm and serene
this outstanding night.
as we share our stories,
etched within our veins;
I hope you can join me,
until this surreal world faints.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
This blue borne cold blood
you've erased in me.
you have changed my inner views,
this black breeze,
And inside my lucid dreams.
this dense excitement;
your spirit have brought me
just like heaven sent.
This energy you have gave us
does not line in queue,
bravely timid.
in control and blue.
Now you're laying your guard low,
and I am thankful,
we had our moments,
our time and tools.
Our ways we cannot compromise,
that set the tone and standards;
our shield and sword,
boasts our missions in placards
without an intention
to hide behind the shadows.
we walk hand in hand
working like bows and arrows.
We tire ourselves,
We shoot the city lights;
calm and serene
this outstanding night.
as we share our stories,
etched within our veins;
I hope you can join me,
until this surreal world faints.
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