I fought the low, with a star
Many more heard, the gentle breeze
Cope and final lips of a risk, to a care, on par
That took me by storm, like a savory disease?

Heed, the act of powers that be
Sweet lions and liberty's zion
Knowing the catch of day, in the seem
Prove me to a prettier, world, worth trying...

A cigarette, that saved me from perception's demon
Sank, stank, and anchors away
The price of a new pink, is all out and leaving...
For a role in the doll's and stole of what may

But, you saw it too...
Since a sore eye was never more than a cute
Straight from how I would, look
My hidden stare, is for kisses and their future

Kings and queens, that knew what to ask:
Couth, do we know the silence for atrophy or an agony
Behind the scenes and looking for another fact
Lighting this one, is a little more true, than money...

Seasons city...
A shrewd eye has followed, the talk and walk of prices
Pride versus privilege, the irony of a certain witty
Courtesy, cunning is a curious angel, with its own vices?

Light me up...
A wholesome tomorrow, in the name of popularity
Saving a stare for a realm so valid, the direction of intuitive love
Came and went, and some and spent, the kiss on reality...

Time to fess, down
Fit to be tied, with a rolling hold
Similarity and its smoke, is a reach for done
That begins and ends, like a road paved with gold...

Epitaph of a dragon with none:
Here lies a kinder moment
With baring and essence under the sun
Well, here goes nothing, the sincere and the meant...

To
May we see, a friend
Make a serious smile, who?
Given the time, we are at ends...

Life on the road?
Spare and deemed a character...
Simple news for a glance, old
Wishes to be granted to a dare...?

Share with us, a wholesome word?
Worlds away from guarantee's, come to odd
Timid though a wager is, of bright minds and occur
We have seen your pity for a charisma to laud

At first we thought naivete
Come by the social fashion you made for a calling
Sweet witness to a salt, of health and mete
Metered with the silence you share, when a stare is ailing

But stars make wonderful lovers...
Through and sakes, the king or queen of common roots
That you knew were a pout to consider, as if asking life to never...
Have the season to describe, another one, by winning its youth?

Gone, and let with an idea
Paradise has a golden rule, like the trust in many
Made from saving grace, maybe even space, for liberty and free
Dumb, comes to a home, that we expect is, a new they

Such a town, with rules and fools of adding...
An avarice we admit is, the cold shine of a light
That kept a shadow in mind, for a secret that has kind, in the hadding
Lucre, anticipation and needs in mind, that glare at dying...

Huh?
An approach to civility that claims a friend...
Is a friend in need, is a friend in deed; they're gait of money
Comes and goes like friends keeping sense, till the end?

Remember this one?
A friend of days to claim your eye
This photo is a rave, the fun we had and you won
Is a charge up that noisome hill, where we raced to the sky

Remember this?
Antique smiles you made at a sharing's cost
Sour and driven, knowing an ear is for bliss
You showed the obvious, the tale of vanity lost

And this?
Such a cute step forward
When the call of decency was for me, and the shall you kissed
With the liberty at handsome and, my very tear to start

How about this one?
Kings and queens to show a brutish strength
To each other, with you in the middle with fun
Simple news from a prom, the tooth of seasons by length

And finally this one?
My saved eyes, for the spare and needy airs to adjust
Welcoming me to a surprise party, making salt a sun
Was the hour we played, all of a since of legend, a heroic must?

Finally curious, and wondering if cares and fares
Of sincerity ever passed the note to another, of a lifetime
Can a shrewd mind speak, the tatters and frailty of stares?
Looking well at you, does a picture save a thousand words, for trying?

Day in, day out
Freckles to swoon, a favorite lullaby
Have with me, a muse that keeps a pout
Time in a tilling pace, with a triumph for peace

Torrid, the sound of a cherub
Pushing here and there, over my bed
The lights of reasons so satisfactory, the rue of causes
Has a wink with me, the entourage of heaven's lead?

Heaven?
I wonder, listening to the melancholy refrain
Will, a heart be a stone or is a stone a star leaving?
How they are, a sincerity to come and go with their own, shame?

Same side of depends as in every whole?
Maybe a whole of consensus, that shares an opportune eye...
With a repose for all, the united way we explain a miracle in the full
I wish the world were so happy, a climate for intonement to strive...

Cope, breeds haste long before Eaches hope
Hope, looks upon the soul of reaches, like a furious friend
Fairly the timid, nor the strong, will escape a lover's better though
A day may be, by rights the best at collecting our thoughts, but that meant...

The world to you...
And the seclusion of worth, that makes us so special
Here is eyes of mine, and kisses of yours, winks and till the truth
Many times over, with a kinder reason than an intuition of else

So pretty a wing, if not a wish
Somehow a dance with fame, in no way the rain?
Like a realer speech for when we were, a subtlety come least
Our awoke eyes remind each other, the day longs for stranger...

Taste, mentioned in a call
To baring the silent treatment
Of a composed inkling that survived the fall
Of cares forward, your flower of meaning and testament...

Has the honor of possibility in wait
To exchange a smile for need, a cough for agreeing
Long in the tooth, and known to ours as sate
The irony of redemption was an anger to note, reeling

Space for a touted kind, of kisses that collect a shame
Time has a candor, that keeps us, like a walking share
Shared by the alienation of minds that defer to pride, same
The notion of guidance to your missed opportunity, where?

In your hands, is, a day
With spoken mendacity that came with a fruit
Trophy's of sweet justice, or atrophy's of sour, may
The question of life's paramour, a season of wishes for youth

Renamed a second wind, the tale of completion to venture forth
Animosity in a hindrances cheek, the patience
Of a callous daydream, that said you are the age of common, course
Look hard, taste, we seek a blinder acceptance than the days reliance

Childhood has a spat with you...
Chastity came in the name of speed, nor specialness...
Chiding is a thought in your direction, the imagination of couth...
Chatting with the ought of simplicity, we see your haste for this...

A home with sigh's and cries of pride, the neglect
Of a rage, and its savior, simplicity
Think us a changing season or a charade of what we reflect
But a youth with it to win, is you in marvel's of reality of intimacy?

Say your own strength, the tooth of ease is with us
Compare a shew of mention with a mercy, the tone of august voice
Is a friendship to keep, with a vision of lent heed to discuss
Liking the very hour of compassion's might, we instill your choice

Taste, and the rainbow of tomorrow
Your envy or the many of childhood
Thinking but the silence of beauty, with an adroit shadow to borrow
With but a question of stead to answer, is a leading live and let live,  who's...?

Hosts of commotions
Found in the being resort
Simple drowsiness, to address our recollections
When a sincerity has its guests, is petty worthier...?

Proof in a challenged stare
From another sleepy soul, the tender haste
To a realm of powers so satisfied, for the moment to care
The count if not the court, of how a craving for age...

Looking carefully at the time
A host will share the knowing, the pout of recompense
A waiting heed, to carry the day with a price of trying?
The curiosity of depending for hope, the wishes of us come to ends

But in all respect, the reasons we find for a tally of love
Is a host with complete gestures and figures of need
Salvation's key comes to a vexing box, but the better friendship of us
Is a wagering heat in the skip of day, where a doting guest is a heed

Of commotions lip, the call of decency is a raging hour
With the sense to live in the shade, when patience has a glare
Taken to gall, faking the fall, of consciences so meant to be better
The hour of silence only broken, by a better man's stare

Poor resolve, the pride of kindness...
Sat in a door, with an imagined child, to add the clash of potential
Making the noise of reasons proud and true, a hidden guest
With no justice without the yearning we dote, is a reach for shall

Persist...
In a weddings house, there is only
Taken to some's audience, the through of conscience to list
Is a shrewd tone of voice, the call of might to thee?

Persuade...
A given need, a composure we per...
Time is a faring hope, to let liberty be said
When a doldrum of avarice, has vantage's worth

Permit...
Long looks to tell a wishes story
Rambunctious as a kiss can be, the proposal of whit
Is a rule of thumb, to begin here with a purpose hoary?

Pertain...
Live with me when an able mind is to heed us
Kindred of volition and the redoubt of comparison named
Is to be a lived and well-bred issue, of what we must...

Perdiem...
The lovers of causes to stare once more
Themselves to word the honesty of a new vote, to lend
A question of simple guidance, meant in dreams to seem

Personage...
Letting the about and around, become our home
Heeding only the scope of decency, in the way of legend
Does the reality we astound with patience, have a soul come undone?