Is it an attitude that lips spoke of silence.
Mind heart soul gave them rock hardness.
Eyes forehead cheeks all supported them.
All that was surprise was voice that came.
Even blessings were given with perfect measurement.
Assurances were gospel truth which is your arrangement.
Confused I ask to kiss my flowers.
They became white from red.
Softness of flower spoke out lips of iron and I am dead.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 7:44 AM UTC
Is it an attitude that lips spoke of silence.
Mind heart soul gave them rock hardness.
Eyes forehead cheeks all supported them.
All that was surprise was voice that came.
Even blessings were given with perfect measurement.
Assurances were gospel truth which is your arrangement.
Confused I ask to kiss my flowers.
They became white from red.
Softness of flower spoke out lips of iron and I am dead.