Her eyes cut like honesty. She destroys certainty like the contact of unknown lips- Forbiding me A desired amuse bouche, and I couldn't hear her decline your megaton of yesterday's drudge. "How do I suffer you?" "Go off, do your hedonist."
Truth is a bitter transmitter. It always smells of curling cinders, that I have inhaled deeply Either unlike indifference that I've guiltlessly-danced out of denial.
I'll know who's true to me. With audacity you admit everything. Your audacity, I pull generous hands forward and hear , "Yes." Audacity that I grant access to shared thoughts. Audacity I.
Honesty can be shrouded in midnight or as rebellious as a pimple on your nose. There is nothing to be gained from insults (Or Cruelty) Discovered before caresses and thefts. Without who I agree, some of the terrible places are left unused charities Either debt. As if loneliness is not a department store. I know where I went right She destroyed random targets, unmasking her borrowed glorious virtue And after you hear the burst of her AR, she'll feel the measure of her worth.
It's all my fault. A locked window was your denial So I crawled through the basement window It wasn't an honest defense.