by Arcassin Burnham
third-eyed horses,
noble steeds,
told god,
I'll give the seed,
the seed to salvation or revolution,
no resolution to losing,
all that you've work for
to get where you otta be,
with three eyes,
who knows what you can succeed,
/
I wasn't even sure enough
That you would stay,
The lovin shall prosper,
I keep replacing jigsaws cause I
Can't find the right piece,
I wanna find peace,
In you,
but not on the streets.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
third-eyed horses,
noble steeds,
told god,
I'll give the seed,
the seed to salvation or revolution,
no resolution to losing,
all that you've work for
to get where you otta be,
with three eyes,
who knows what you can succeed,
/
I wasn't even sure enough
That you would stay,
The lovin shall prosper,
I keep replacing jigsaws cause I
Can't find the right piece,
I wanna find peace,
In you,
but not on the streets.
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