Touch on
touch in
so much to think of
a drink to it
Anyways tired out days
pays
the line out
I'm on a time out
in the sin bin
Where does it begin to end?
fascination
Is the patination on the
questing mind.
I wear ear phones
being blind is no obstacle
to this
nor an obstacle to the lips
that kiss these lips of mine.
I thought times were the enemy
relentlessly crushing me
alternatively pushing me
to the fore
before all this
before the kiss
before I began to
become the touch
of a man
I
was a boy
planting dreams in
fields of..
..dreams of
Monet
Manet
can they change this?
I miss lots
but
mostly you when
I sleep
I keep this a secret
she gets it
everytime.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
Touch on
touch in
so much to think of
a drink to it
Anyways tired out days
pays
the line out
I'm on a time out
in the sin bin
Where does it begin to end?
fascination
Is the patination on the
questing mind.
I wear ear phones
being blind is no obstacle
to this
nor an obstacle to the lips
that kiss these lips of mine.
I thought times were the enemy
relentlessly crushing me
alternatively pushing me
to the fore
before all this
before the kiss
before I began to
become the touch
of a man
I
was a boy
planting dreams in
fields of..
..dreams of
Monet
Manet
can they change this?
I miss lots
but
mostly you when
I sleep
I keep this a secret
she gets it
everytime.
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