XvA:
Walk in each other out, this distances seem to cease to another throne of treasure and kingdom of eclectic bliss, with your arms around me, at ease.


Meow:
Be quiet, my heart.
Be quiet for me.
I am afraid he will hear;
I am afraid he will see.



Xva:
Wounds sealed, scars vanished as love your felt beneath. Oh hope the moment doesn't squeeze since the truth we seek is within this undivided dream.



Be quiet, my heart.
Be quiet... please.
Don't dart out of my chest.
Don't race away my mortal beats.



As the branches of enchantment rises to its prerequisite tract, they intend to glow off an miraculous beam.



Be quiet, my heart,
He mustn't know this.
And if you are scared,
Whisper me your worries.


Visions of sacred bond began to flourish and while we swing through the blooming rainbow; for he found his queen and her king revealed.. <3

TYFR..love and live everybody
<3 peace &happinesss

Tipsy Trixie likes to do blow.
Coffee, blow.
    Lunch, blow.
       Shopping, blow.
For Trixie, that's how life goes,
A long line of genocide
    Going up into her nose
Before a cold, bare floor catches Trixie's clothes,
in an attempt to add to her stash
Of street corner cash
All wrapped up in rolls.

Selling herself short just to finance the blow,
She'll soon snort herself cold,
or maybe she'll get **** rich and forever swim in her snow.

But I'm no dreamer,
And trixie's a coke *****.
Another street corner dime
Just looking to score.
When this winter blows over
She'll be sniffing for more.