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Apr 2020
My love she speaks secretly  
When everyone’s full of sleep  
By metaphor, under mist’ry  
When the only sound comes from the creep  
I watch her lying there  
While my conscience grows  
And I strike her soft hair  
Crownlike as it flows

My love she laughs endlessly
When the wings of truth unfold
When everybody is sleepy,
And when the slumbers are waxed in gold.
The road outside is quiet
The night it’s ours
Nearby the lampposts’light
Slowly drift the hours.

My love she never blinks
Looking straight at you, at me
Still I just can’t guess what she thinks
The truth is best hidden in plain see.
When she waves with the bed
‘N’ whispers of her dreams,
I ignore what she said,
She takes my head and screams.

My love she’s a broken mirror
Tell her about wealth and fame
About colors, secrets and fears
For her, it’s only and all the same ;
She beholds shades and rain
She can sneeze the moon
That folds under our train
Can make love to a spoon.

My love she lies in my room
But I’m wanted on the street
Restless then all absent and doom
There’s the world breathing upon my feet.
Sounds from the opp’site loft
And storm in my minds
I am fading off
In her delicate lines.  

My love she’s a shoeless debter
She owes nothing to no one
She only takes what pleases her
And then sails away likewise the swan.
I feed  me on herself
I’m thirsty, hungry
I wait on her bookshelf
To devour that body.

My love she loves like the fog
All around you at the shore,
Tender and faithful like the dog
She disappears ‘s soon you ask for more.
Oh! and she’s so heavy
Spread your legs more, love
Turn again on me
Let’s try with you above.

My love she’s like some sparrow
Full of feather while she sings
Softly for us and the pillow,
She’s the master of time when she swings.
The fire burns brightly
But not as my love
Although she has left me
To fly with the doves.
By your flame, by your hours
TLPrince
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TLPrince  22/M
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