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In the endless ripples Of night's hidden face, In the forgotten midnights, moon's forbidden taste, Our eyes open wider, The darker skies turn, Our body gathers fire, And our minds begin to burn. There is something so velvety, So soft and so blue, About the way that this nighttime, Cradles me and you Something so innocent, So sweet yet so cruel, In the way that desire, Is love's petroleum fuel And if I could choose one place to stay for evermore, I would choose tonight's ever-golden sky, Tonight's healing soothing yielding ugly lie. For tonight shall not last, But tongues will keep it alive, And I'll wish it were gone, And vanish it, I'll try, But the blinding day, chatters over midnight's whispers, Silences the moon. It casts a golden ray of shine in, our tired seeking eyes, Hides the images of you. And Tomorrow's spoil evenings, Like ink stains on wedding dresses, Like blood on a summers day, Like a needle in the hay, But surely we all know, what foolish I is after, Clinging on to hope, Silly me, queen of disaster
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Queen of disaster
In the endless ripples Of night's hidden face, In the forgotten midnights, moon's forbidden taste, Our eyes open wider, The darker skies turn, Our body gathers fire, And our minds begin to burn. There is something so velvety, So soft and so blue, About the way that this nighttime, Cradles me and you Something so innocent, So sweet yet so cruel, In the way that desire, Is love's petroleum fuel And if I could choose one place to stay for evermore, I would choose tonight's ever-golden sky, Tonight's healing soothing yielding ugly lie. For tonight shall not last, But tongues will keep it alive, And I'll wish it were gone, And vanish it, I'll try, But the blinding day, chatters over midnight's whispers, Silences the moon. It casts a golden ray of shine in, our tired seeking eyes, Hides the images of you. And Tomorrow's spoil evenings, Like ink stains on wedding dresses, Like blood on a summers day, Like a needle in the hay, But surely we all know, what foolish I is after, Clinging on to hope, Silly me, queen of disaster
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
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