Hoarse words with their form.
Callous spirit in his drawn.
Macabre dreams are in seeming.
Flowers when I am a dreaming.
Love for the sweet and true.
Scintillating morning dew.
Bring his heart back unto me.
Candid with our misery.
A well spoken boy, but true enough.
Not without the ruff and tough.
Manic trees kiss the breeze.
Love infects these stupid trees.
Oh, but am I kidding?
Well that you'll never know.
That boy with his streaky hair.
And eyes a flaming glow.
Beautiful and sublime.
Miserably frozen.
Hoping without deserving hope.
To be the one he's chosen.
Oh, but I wouldn't beg on that.
No, not without a written contract.
To say unto us forever more.
That he would never walk out that door.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC
Hoarse words with their form.
Callous spirit in his drawn.
Macabre dreams are in seeming.
Flowers when I am a dreaming.
Love for the sweet and true.
Scintillating morning dew.
Bring his heart back unto me.
Candid with our misery.
A well spoken boy, but true enough.
Not without the ruff and tough.
Manic trees kiss the breeze.
Love infects these stupid trees.
Oh, but am I kidding?
Well that you'll never know.
That boy with his streaky hair.
And eyes a flaming glow.
Beautiful and sublime.
Miserably frozen.
Hoping without deserving hope.
To be the one he's chosen.
Oh, but I wouldn't beg on that.
No, not without a written contract.
To say unto us forever more.
That he would never walk out that door.
