it forever stills within the quill
the quill that never inks what will
making sense only confuses
for those who aren't looking for the thrill
my words wont shine within your light
your light is made of a delicate fight
once broken the words unspoken
will fill your blood with explosive delight
carry me now to your place, your home
I wont listen to your metronome
forgetting the tea filled with nicety
and lets dance until we are overthrown
in all your life, that bubbles in you now
age moving eyebrows into a frown
hold the tiny hand that stumbled onto this land
and walk yourself back into the unbound
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
it forever stills within the quill
the quill that never inks what will
making sense only confuses
for those who aren't looking for the thrill
my words wont shine within your light
your light is made of a delicate fight
once broken the words unspoken
will fill your blood with explosive delight
carry me now to your place, your home
I wont listen to your metronome
forgetting the tea filled with nicety
and lets dance until we are overthrown
in all your life, that bubbles in you now
age moving eyebrows into a frown
hold the tiny hand that stumbled onto this land
and walk yourself back into the unbound
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