Eversince a child have I been fascinating the beauty of words
I see colors lingering like an aura on their edges
I see motion pictures that are yet to be freed from a cage that is a paper
Words, oh they're like painting only that
Those kinds of painting only painted from mad thoughts and open minds
I imagine them getting out of those beautiful minds
To be made into spools of thread to either cover a man with love or shame.
Words have that kind of thing on me.
They awaken the inner goddess living inside the depth of my being
But never have I been fascinated with words until
I opened that letter which was so carefully written,
Words that were so carefully chosen,
With the hands that's yours
And with the mind as intricately beautiful as yours.
~~ Criss ∞
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Eversince a child have I been fascinating the beauty of words
I see colors lingering like an aura on their edges
I see motion pictures that are yet to be freed from a cage that is a paper
Words, oh they're like painting only that
Those kinds of painting only painted from mad thoughts and open minds
I imagine them getting out of those beautiful minds
To be made into spools of thread to either cover a man with love or shame.
Words have that kind of thing on me.
They awaken the inner goddess living inside the depth of my being
But never have I been fascinated with words until
I opened that letter which was so carefully written,
Words that were so carefully chosen,
With the hands that's yours
And with the mind as intricately beautiful as yours.
~~ Criss ∞
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