Weighed
By the scent of vanilla
In the better eye of love, so said
Where a talk with God is but sharing, a brighter dilemma
Know nothing for a friend?
Simple or heinous, the talk of liberty
Set to right's, and marveling at a risen lend
Of subtle voices, a wisdom's curiosity...
With a dancing mind...
Seeing the sinking feeling of a war, to face
Speed and destiny always makes a river of duty, to shine
A place for ought intoned, with the spare eyes of sincerity's praise
I can see, I can be
The toll of uniqueness in the land
A habit of pout's, if not powers of staunch envy
Of a weary idea, sorrow is a promise given by hand
Tomorrow is my best friend
Never the utmost of today, which shames
The way yesterday is a fancier sin
Marry me, comes my voice, with a mercies names...
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
Weighed
By the scent of vanilla
In the better eye of love, so said
Where a talk with God is but sharing, a brighter dilemma
Know nothing for a friend?
Simple or heinous, the talk of liberty
Set to right's, and marveling at a risen lend
Of subtle voices, a wisdom's curiosity...
With a dancing mind...
Seeing the sinking feeling of a war, to face
Speed and destiny always makes a river of duty, to shine
A place for ought intoned, with the spare eyes of sincerity's praise
I can see, I can be
The toll of uniqueness in the land
A habit of pout's, if not powers of staunch envy
Of a weary idea, sorrow is a promise given by hand
Tomorrow is my best friend
Never the utmost of today, which shames
The way yesterday is a fancier sin
Marry me, comes my voice, with a mercies names...
perhaps no more treacle in the voice of hysteria