It was always a dream of mine
to capture the tincture that embodies
your sound; the voice that
wakes me from myself.
Words empower, words enslave; your
words gave succinctness to the
days. Periphrastic for show and
glamor, otherwise, it was always one to another.
"I" is for me, as you see fit.
"Love" is for us, as we dream it.
"You" is a sound that reverberates
off caged testimonies.
Sweet to me for sure; good to
you you claim. Please
pour forth that music. Love,
the chords of my harp-heart.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
It was always a dream of mine
to capture the tincture that embodies
your sound; the voice that
wakes me from myself.
Words empower, words enslave; your
words gave succinctness to the
days. Periphrastic for show and
glamor, otherwise, it was always one to another.
"I" is for me, as you see fit.
"Love" is for us, as we dream it.
"You" is a sound that reverberates
off caged testimonies.
Sweet to me for sure; good to
you you claim. Please
pour forth that music. Love,
the chords of my harp-heart.
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