Yesterday, was my kindness
A sociable drink, a meaning to rises
And falls of when, wishes find themselves to bless
A handsome yoke, that begat forces before what despises...

A gracious thank you, a meant glance at what was
A stolen kiss, to deify the keeping and guarantee we avow
A stir of repose, that has the romance of decency, for one more thus
A salient and beaming hello, that selects vice over the common how

Is it me, or did I just try to **** you?
Places and passion at last, the towering of a giant
That has the cough of decision for a neglect, but has seen life due
With a role of seasons and care in a charismatic divorce, of silence

Waiting for your answer...
Seldom, was its foil, if not toying of apprehension
Taken to avarice, like a child with moments to become a unique person...
I see the common route to your favor, the tale of forces that made certainty...

Baring the cold, the angel of unity for a privilege and its means
Will a worldly stare at you, given us, to hand a gift of insight
If, the lucre of dispossession, in our forthright chemistry, is a glean
Of shouldering the simplicity of the reach of a new chaste, well within our right's?

A brass lantern, a soldier of tenacity that has bespoken years
Still the irony we sold to a God, that has a liberty of all in mind
With the voice of causes, condition foresworn, to be a soul that hears
A rational world known for reasons of a callous source, to what asks, "is a light surmising you to be a shadowed kindness?"