So wise, so sovereign?
Listening to phantoms of entourages, we dote
Are at a colossi of patience, true to dread in a handshake...?
With but such a bitter lip, a star to guide by, we hope...

Actual live and let's give...
The time, to a furious, shall?
If the nature of simplicity, to well again
Is a reaching hour, our future of the eyes of fate, to all?

Sweet we would, afford in the stare we mentioned...?
Sheer distance to a cold shine, we favor once, but in regret?
The toil we imagine as a fared friendship has, to win...
The mind of observance, if winds endear a novelty meant

Tongues
And the mirk we decide is a language above the board
Looking here and there, the pout of reasons
Sincere enough to welcome another, with a word, a world or ******...

Treatise of the ******?
So, is a little more ideology our only way to confirm...?
The need and the notion of dread, which has seen us, a lam
Of waiting for a jewel to imagine the greater pass of sense, occurring...

Like a benign tear, an angel, with a promise for each...
Sing and strong, since and sin about sakes of silence we save, for same to savor the shown
Were we the courage to situate a coping judge of human pasts, a smile of energy's to preach?
When a savior has a clue, is a means to accept, ours with society to halt moment's like these...

War of the worlds?
Two awkward planets walk into a burp...
Since we are a gift of misogyny to a babe, early...
Actual lip's if joy and gaiety, to earn?

Fascination of this sort...
Patience to fritter away to nothing?
Doors and creaks, of excitement making sour work
For a seasoned smile, worth all the difference to owing?

Left to their own devices, the tale of courage...?
Coped and silly to a needy eye, with it to love...?
Seriously and found, with a roll of laughter in the age
Have we soured at the sight of condition to live for us...

They know a craving, the aspire of give and take, today
Let with the hour, of disparate fun, in the now with a thumb
Since we are talking of sires and the lord of tastes, we may
See seldom in your eyes, the token and the care of yesterday's home?

Hell, itself, or a belch of a worlds to accuse?
Sight and reticent lends, of a soul with anger to fuse?
Look and see, said an infant once, will we enthuse?
The moments of conscience, like tomorrow to save, a friend soon?

Get the joke?
Marvel at the sides of a keeping hope, the rue of can't
And a legend of heathen, to wink at a sour kiss and a mother with soap
Try your silliness somewhere else, this kid is a season to want...

A pet ...
And a misogyny with it to prove, a still honored nigh
With a clashing heed and succor in ordeals, to interest you in amends
With a rational voice, to collect a patience anew, the sorts we rise with when me is right...

Named Semblance, darling...
And the inherency, of a sordid and basis, we have for time
Arearing an erudite voice, to the plainness of justice and furor at starts
And a noble finish, that has a reach for sunshine, that comes to peace in your mind...

Ask me another day, when waiting has a golden idea
Save me, a rue and kiss, that comes to new places and sayings, like
Angel's and devil's with a real enough past, that are a better means
To an end in portrayal and a simple clue, of a deed of a babe that kept, a sincerity to say hello to why?

Something simple
Something with a whetted appetite
Something that regarded arrogance with she'll
Something concerned with allowance as might

Penny's lost in the river?
Nearby, staying the bridge of composure
Were we the complete, the sharing energy's
That make a stone tell the truth, to friends so curious...

Reasons and a rhyme
That delved to art, the kisses so deep
We ever sit and compel, a levity in time
The sore honor, of remembering the finish we seek

Places of few, articles of poise
True to absolutes, turned to futures
As if we have wishes to say, is home our choice?
A house by any other name, have the embarrassment of the world?

Simple something...
Taste in a hand held, by the callous shall, we devote to reach
And their in, there out a lapse of reality to solve a dreams
Heed, and weal maturing with the lovelorn eyes that need a hearts each

Strange, meeting you here
Soft and uttering your name
Sharing the smoke, the distant we're
Is like a jewel with no place, but to same...

We say...
Over you
The times are a dream, with shrewdness for a doll
Moving in sync, marrying the day you fell, to...

Loves peace's
Shape and shall, time with a song to eat...
And a laugh that has the weight of the world, in ease's
Of courage and mind, a little more tomorrow than sleep

Shame so fine, we dance in the shadows
Senses known forth alive, and a praise for lot's letter
Sulking eye's worth every step, of chance and lows
Strange, meeting you here, when an angel has become my better...

Door's of ecstasy, saved for instinct, sometimes around
Demands of just, and willing hours, satisfied by now
Duress in a consciences row, to the needs of voice, so sound
Days of might and paradise, we met in the rages, we visit for avow

And a lonely hour, sat in front of me
Took and misogyny, reason and role
To ask you a simple question, in a length of opinion lead
Is the salt we made, we said, in your right mine to hold?

Lover's in a gay world of yet to be named
Admittance and joy to see the sigh come true
Long look's, austere hope, and the honor of sides of fame
Made from coping we saw, in your days to love and do...

However, sometimes
Sake's we face, with your doles
Longevity in lore, with simple trying
Done and yourself, to limit a world...

To three sides to the same coin
Silver in our mind, but wronged by a shame, we despise
******* with a room to *****, truer to issue suppose, loyalty
In separate irony, we fear the soul of jaded same, wise?

Strength's never mentioned...?
Soap, the terror of our lap, laughter we don't remember?
Sand, with a reach for sour rapport, with a can't intentioned?
Song, and the right hand for loft of an intoned our, to render?

Light in a golden smile, so rare for a shape in the years
Welcome me to a reigns future, the knowing and the owing
Sated with sense of me, allowing the past's to rectify only, were
The misery we envision, is a curse in the stare of a loving?

News from a diamond on the finger, a rose between teeth
Similarity with a push for evening, and its twinkling meet
Have sincere, the count of responsibility to requite, each
And the echo of a courteous torch, that says also heathen

Is this deifying kiss actually a divorce?
Or am I the reasoned vice, I appear to be?
Will the obvious plant of heed, become a chance at chose or chores?
And is the fight we notice, a tale served to years, for a stone and/or key?

Looking one more time, with the frank levity of a season...
Does a rational voice know a wilder stare in fascination
Or is a patient eye, the sickness of justness and politics of medicine?
Looking for love still? try a pale freedom in the glean of intuition...

Actual, ought and moments
Tarry under the likes of us?
****** into the light, and sour relents
Upon a stone so favored, time has named it 'thus'

Patience to seem a cordial deem...
Of cause and carry, the portent of lucid more
We fascinate each other, with a realm to fathom
Succor and its history, a liberty to realize with, war...?

Pride has its must...
Pathetic knows the scope of unions and vexation...
Power's seem the better of loose cloth...
Preeminence suggests the common, to be a many's intuition...

Stink in here?, please watch out...
Never burden a conscience without simplicity's presence...
For decency to collect another insight, we make in a pout
That devastated an enemy without alarm and anti-rhythm to ends

Looking at forever, with the embarrassment of another
Till, we share the concern in a lack and clashing being, ask
Me if I spill the beans of politeness, or if hill's of beans matter
Looking the part, purpose and past; judges of hell have acted...

Colloquial
Odd duty to a freedom
Semblances of force, and denial?
In a sake for shares, is lovelorn...

Aspiration, to well in the future
Sense with a reason, we envoy as if asking fall
Ought and sour rebuke in a watching security
Is a lore to finish it's burden, as if towed for all...

Ssshhh
We see a livid stone
Ask about the baring of a cause to listen
And a heed in trouble with speed, a vice atoned?

Simple, comes the gravelly voice of dismay
Sour and hurt feelings in a power
We see is a clash of since and its amends, worry to say
"I love you, with a risen might to serve, nor"

Good news, and the back of a plan
To tell the sudden, and the found
We are truer in a faint sorts, than a salty frog in the can't
Does Prince Albert, have a rued smile, or is singing on our lip's sound?

About a peanut...
And the talk of a town to live for a grief, a same and a cope
That has a reach to the stir's, of curiosity that meant
Tomorrow with a salty pipe, that is reasoning, we hope...

Tantrum's
And the beginning of surprises in the pace of response
And in the possibility, of a fun and seemly, host of fun
With a clique perhaps, comes the reality of a town to want, avidness won?

Done.
And the might of a legendary call to what was?
In the named nature of poise and it's heed, we are begun, homes
Coming to this, a cleverer then me man, knows...