WINE AND GATES
Hoping Your Means Earned Need's, Sedition
adios metaphor
the talk of issued those, is a placated war
the sense it took, to simply rhyme with a door
the place of praise for a patient callousness is an orange
bruised ego's?
toothsome dates with a proud woman?
the secret of need in another's eye, though?
the salt it took to kind, and kiss the norm?
the apple said the room was on fire, even the bed
the fig wore a dirty patch for each kick, the naked lead
the peach was a half shade paler for their failure in the said
the cherry wished upon a better star than what was offered to thus
cleaned dishes with a sense in tough...
time was a hardy pearl of better ideas for a scant year
with a handsome shoe, is the age a dirty soul, with a jewel in the rough?
comes a better argument for breeds of sharing that kept an ear
to the grindstone, a favor of seclusion
the more of sore tea, is a warmth to collect the intrusion
of a metal in dim songs of hope, to encourage the intuition
aspect in love, the duty of a golden sun, to which we detail the sin
get the picture, dancing as hard as the wind pray's
is a labor of love your thought sincere, until the buttons popped
this is your suicide, this is your call for saying, this is your mind at play's
think but a rainbow, and you have a poised spite with the hill top
naives of curiosity, that said the stillness of a challenged eye at pain
miracles of time, in the presence of cowardice that has no place for the truth
the future of guarantee's of marriage and the harrowed being of the plane
simple words from a mind that knew the neglect of a single ordeal of couth
like passion, the towering lip of conscience is here with us
the tart entry of silly causes, for a questioned coin, is a cold vein
in the majority of silent comes and the theory behind loves wishes in the dust
is but a hateful man, the days gone by for a solution in the face of gain...
the talk of issued those, is a placated war
the sense it took, to simply rhyme with a door
the place of praise for a patient callousness is an orange
bruised ego's?
toothsome dates with a proud woman?
the secret of need in another's eye, though?
the salt it took to kind, and kiss the norm?
the apple said the room was on fire, even the bed
the fig wore a dirty patch for each kick, the naked lead
the peach was a half shade paler for their failure in the said
the cherry wished upon a better star than what was offered to thus
cleaned dishes with a sense in tough...
time was a hardy pearl of better ideas for a scant year
with a handsome shoe, is the age a dirty soul, with a jewel in the rough?
comes a better argument for breeds of sharing that kept an ear
to the grindstone, a favor of seclusion
the more of sore tea, is a warmth to collect the intrusion
of a metal in dim songs of hope, to encourage the intuition
aspect in love, the duty of a golden sun, to which we detail the sin
get the picture, dancing as hard as the wind pray's
is a labor of love your thought sincere, until the buttons popped
this is your suicide, this is your call for saying, this is your mind at play's
think but a rainbow, and you have a poised spite with the hill top
naives of curiosity, that said the stillness of a challenged eye at pain
miracles of time, in the presence of cowardice that has no place for the truth
the future of guarantee's of marriage and the harrowed being of the plane
simple words from a mind that knew the neglect of a single ordeal of couth
like passion, the towering lip of conscience is here with us
the tart entry of silly causes, for a questioned coin, is a cold vein
in the majority of silent comes and the theory behind loves wishes in the dust
is but a hateful man, the days gone by for a solution in the face of gain...
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Hoping Your Means Earned Need`s, Sedition
Hoping Your Means Earned Need`s, Sedition
