Kiss my solemn face
With your lacy ivory trim,
That widens my eyes
In a stunned awe.
Kiss my strands of lament,
That blind me evermore
From this wicked humanity
I thought I ought to seek.
Caress my golden cheek,
And lie upon my skin so tender.
Freeze my teardrop's entity
Into a beauty resembling you,
And together you can waltz,
Under yonder morning skies,
Into the blissful, chandelier castle
That has never been.
That mightn't be.
Let it be.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:52 AM UTC
Kiss my solemn face
With your lacy ivory trim,
That widens my eyes
In a stunned awe.
Kiss my strands of lament,
That blind me evermore
From this wicked humanity
I thought I ought to seek.
Caress my golden cheek,
And lie upon my skin so tender.
Freeze my teardrop's entity
Into a beauty resembling you,
And together you can waltz,
Under yonder morning skies,
Into the blissful, chandelier castle
That has never been.
That mightn't be.
Let it be.
Let it be, snowflake. Let it be
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