The soft fire
That hides
Behind a womans smile
And invites you with her eyes
To say silly stupid things.
The rythym of
Her high strung hips
Dances with the shadows
That blink about the night
As wind and song receed
The gentleness of voice
As she hums a tiny tune
To the little nothings
That live about
The forests of my soul
The crystal reflections
Glide across your eyes
Whispering secrets
And fairy lies To hide
the curse of lost forevers
Oh wash the weariness
From my bones
And let me tell you
How the fire loves the night
Let me show you
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
The soft fire
That hides
Behind a womans smile
And invites you with her eyes
To say silly stupid things.
The rythym of
Her high strung hips
Dances with the shadows
That blink about the night
As wind and song receed
The gentleness of voice
As she hums a tiny tune
To the little nothings
That live about
The forests of my soul
The crystal reflections
Glide across your eyes
Whispering secrets
And fairy lies To hide
the curse of lost forevers
Oh wash the weariness
From my bones
And let me tell you
How the fire loves the night
Let me show you
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