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#discreet
plastic palm trees off kilter heart beat attracted to polarity underneath all the heat underneath all the freeze i am harbouring me the little ole boy painting pictures of joy fashion gowns and abstract swirls unlocking a whole new world what lies underneath? the veneer keeps discreet what do i call me? my complexity consists of fracturing the growth and grace is ablaze a forest fire craze i unlock myself these days singing for spells of rain
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 9:32 PM UTC
What do i call me?
My traitorous heartbeat, just won't slow down, tryin' to be discreet , with my fallen crown.
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
fallen crown
still is the night air, scent of new blooms says something; all dark, moves discreet!
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Still night
tell me your fears tell me the reasons for each of your tears tell me your secrets remove the mask that you wear with discreet snippets show me your flaws, open your doors I want to show you that I'll always adore tell me the things that make you resent humanity, tell me what came and what went, tell me what you received and what you sent tell me love, tell it to me as a cure if you can't, show me something pure, you've already drawn me into your allure tell me at Christmas and tell me on Monday open your arms and I promise to lay open your heart and I promise to stay tell me if this is really what you feel, tell me a secret and my lips will seal only to open when they touch yours give me clear pictures and tell me what's real
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
tell me
Husband and Wife! yes, that term sounds nice. When they tie that knot with gold. Two will live as one, this path has just begun. Together until they both grow old. In this lifetime dance, sharing their romance. Will things always go their way. Errors can slip in, create a family sin. That makes this connection sway. He might go astray, and his wife betray. And the odds are this won't go. Far to making them want to try again But many others may not know. From an outside eye love will never die. They were made to live as one. Rather a theatrical play, than give the game away. The deception has begun. For a child's grace they create a face. That is happy and sublime. But they drift apart, both have lost the heart. And just seek to bide their time. For it will doubtless be when it's not us but me. And for freedom they will aim. No more having to distract with this farcical act. Finally ending loves spun game. Should it go on so late, when love does turn to hate. Is it not better to just leave For trying to be discreet can be so bitter sweet. Like a web that spiders weave. Better to live a truth than to try and prove. To those who are outside. Of this marriage bed where these hearts have bled. Just for the sake of pride.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
Bad Marriage Blues.