An artist, I am, a creator Of wonder and marvel form. I take the blank canvas without objection See it's beauty before its conception Then carve away the imperfections And now I'm left with My gem. Something the world can't condemn.
Oh I sprinkle just a bit of honey in her eyes. Colors of the wind I do apply And she'll shine like a cloudless sky. What else, what else could I try? Maybe love? No not love. Submission.
Lovely puppet... Captivating… Mesmerizing... Smiling… Leave me breathless Stay for always. Ever flawless. Oh how I make you dance Twirling here and there. Make me forget all my cares.
Lovely puppet Don't be silly… Your whole world is With me. Let's keep dancing Like we're weightless. Lovely puppet. Looking out the window, oh, Staring at the clouds. You can't leave, even if you leave You'd get tarnished And no longer astonish Nor would you harness My art, my precious art.
Lovely puppet I command you Stop these questions No more thinking No more gazing Don't play with those strings, love. Be the wonder as I made you. Lovely puppet.
On four wheels and on my knees. Warm colorful tones and cracking bones. Up in the sky and down to ****. A trip I take everyday, to feel well. Foggy windows, foggy minds creating beautiful times. Pulling the string that makes me do things which would make an angle loose her wings. She would forget to fly and then peacefully die.
A guitar has six strings That when struck as one note Can elicit a sound Far beyond a mere throat Yet a voice can sink ships Or at least it's been said Can a six-stringed guitar Claim one person that's dead?