She surrenders to the whispers naively portrayed through my stare
How easy it is to awaken her neglected smile
With every ounce of hunger diminishing from our tangled limbs
She's witnessed many variations of taunted accusations
I know
My hearts frequented too many paths pitched in black , lacking flares that would illuminate any other insinuations
So I refuse to expose her to anymore heedless quarries
Instead
I'll embrace her rain and dance in our thunder and trust that she'll do the same
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
She surrenders to the whispers naively portrayed through my stare
How easy it is to awaken her neglected smile
With every ounce of hunger diminishing from our tangled limbs
She's witnessed many variations of taunted accusations
I know
My hearts frequented too many paths pitched in black , lacking flares that would illuminate any other insinuations
So I refuse to expose her to anymore heedless quarries
Instead
I'll embrace her rain and dance in our thunder and trust that she'll do the same
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