I'm told that I should dream so brightly
Light bound blades and angel swords
Care not to close my eye too tightly
So long as it's right side of war.
But I can't sleep with lights so singing
Torture methods loved by good
When bright roots down my words mid-winging
My walking tiptoes turn to wood.
Let me go where winter follows
Play with wisp-lights in the dark
Friends with larks and darker swallows
Bending trees to leave my mark.
A candle lit midsummer night
Burns stronger come the Yuletide snow
Mirrors lie more than lover's sight
March's Ides won't blind me so.
So let me taint my wings with ashes
Chip my sword with ****** smiles
Wear my words in tattered sashes
Beat a path towards every mile
You color with a paper paste
Richer blends don't fit your mold
Now isn't that just such a waste?
You've lost your palette to the cold.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
I'm told that I should dream so brightly
Light bound blades and angel swords
Care not to close my eye too tightly
So long as it's right side of war.
But I can't sleep with lights so singing
Torture methods loved by good
When bright roots down my words mid-winging
My walking tiptoes turn to wood.
Let me go where winter follows
Play with wisp-lights in the dark
Friends with larks and darker swallows
Bending trees to leave my mark.
A candle lit midsummer night
Burns stronger come the Yuletide snow
Mirrors lie more than lover's sight
March's Ides won't blind me so.
So let me taint my wings with ashes
Chip my sword with ****** smiles
Wear my words in tattered sashes
Beat a path towards every mile
You color with a paper paste
Richer blends don't fit your mold
Now isn't that just such a waste?
You've lost your palette to the cold.
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