Dancing on tiptoes
Prancing around in the dark
Feeling. Touching.
Falling into songs of a lark.
Dovish tones
With hawkish excitement
Caught in the throes
Of devilish enlightenment.
Cries of pure ecstacy
Battles in sweet rain
A nearby fantasy
In a far far away place.
Clashing tongues
Of silver. Of knives.
A softening slate
In between lives.
A sour dream
In a fifteen carat cage
Locked in a world for two
Deep. Love. Rage.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
Dancing on tiptoes
Prancing around in the dark
Feeling. Touching.
Falling into songs of a lark.
Dovish tones
With hawkish excitement
Caught in the throes
Of devilish enlightenment.
Cries of pure ecstacy
Battles in sweet rain
A nearby fantasy
In a far far away place.
Clashing tongues
Of silver. Of knives.
A softening slate
In between lives.
A sour dream
In a fifteen carat cage
Locked in a world for two
Deep. Love. Rage.
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