lost and then found
Bitter sweet
Do the stars that are in heaven.
Have the sparkle like your eyes.
I have reached the imp-ass slightly.
And the cheapness of good byes.
I will smoke the path of sorrows.
Cause the fair is not a fire.
You have woke the sense of knowledge.
And the thoughts of this are cries.
Cry out to the dawning of the moment.
Shout out to the wings of whats touched.
The place of my chances .
Are not only to the winds of fleeting doves.
Wake me in the morning.
Free me from this bitter dream of thee.
Straight forward i compromise the stature of my wake.
Consequently mine are only lonely withered from my time.
But the memories were stilted by the words that paced the blind.
I only have the memory and it carries through integrities.
Whisked with blind and faded tragedies.
Willows blowing wind and slows.
Rustling through my memories sliding.
through my past like a gentle breeze.
Hush the twinkle still remains but never is the gleam the same.
I had fame in a moment lost the flight.
Silent fingers.
thoughts that linger.
Linger waste in flowers withered .
Peddles cost the darkness of no light.
Positives and negatives.
Hot and cold.
Saying i have no sight.
Have the sparkle like your eyes.
I have reached the imp-ass slightly.
And the cheapness of good byes.
I will smoke the path of sorrows.
Cause the fair is not a fire.
You have woke the sense of knowledge.
And the thoughts of this are cries.
Cry out to the dawning of the moment.
Shout out to the wings of whats touched.
The place of my chances .
Are not only to the winds of fleeting doves.
Wake me in the morning.
Free me from this bitter dream of thee.
Straight forward i compromise the stature of my wake.
Consequently mine are only lonely withered from my time.
But the memories were stilted by the words that paced the blind.
I only have the memory and it carries through integrities.
Whisked with blind and faded tragedies.
Willows blowing wind and slows.
Rustling through my memories sliding.
through my past like a gentle breeze.
Hush the twinkle still remains but never is the gleam the same.
I had fame in a moment lost the flight.
Silent fingers.
thoughts that linger.
Linger waste in flowers withered .
Peddles cost the darkness of no light.
Positives and negatives.
Hot and cold.
Saying i have no sight.
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Bitter sweet
Bitter sweet
