WINE AND GATES
Calling Heathen A Shrewd Tomorrow...
Albums of family photos
Sweet wine in a carafe, to adjust to the light
Memory served, an our with you
Right about this, and the sakes we might
Look at me, little doves
And the honey of unique service, to ideas
In the care of simplicity and many prowess's
Saving the honors I made, with a reach for fewer seasons
Call to me, a frightful hour
Little more, than a care in the driven wind
Sense and light, to issue a now sometimes, sour
Craving the heat, as if a look of empathy, is so just and kind...
Hatred and the pout of pittance, in my lip's
Assumed to be, the common psyche, we named a poor champion
Right about a riddling hope, hosts of cause and mediocrity should
With my nature, the passion of desire, the pleasance of demonstration
Waiting on the light
Stirring a half sensed curiosity, with a dampened eye
True to suffice, and the smile we deed, as if always might
The truth in a lesson of vice, virtue and a world's why?
Suicidal tendency's?
Is my laugh, arguing the needs of history?
Shapes of duress, to live at my side, like a truer meaning echoes
With rage for a love, will I ever see you, in the cares of my epistolary?
Sweet wine in a carafe, to adjust to the light
Memory served, an our with you
Right about this, and the sakes we might
Look at me, little doves
And the honey of unique service, to ideas
In the care of simplicity and many prowess's
Saving the honors I made, with a reach for fewer seasons
Call to me, a frightful hour
Little more, than a care in the driven wind
Sense and light, to issue a now sometimes, sour
Craving the heat, as if a look of empathy, is so just and kind...
Hatred and the pout of pittance, in my lip's
Assumed to be, the common psyche, we named a poor champion
Right about a riddling hope, hosts of cause and mediocrity should
With my nature, the passion of desire, the pleasance of demonstration
Waiting on the light
Stirring a half sensed curiosity, with a dampened eye
True to suffice, and the smile we deed, as if always might
The truth in a lesson of vice, virtue and a world's why?
Suicidal tendency's?
Is my laugh, arguing the needs of history?
Shapes of duress, to live at my side, like a truer meaning echoes
With rage for a love, will I ever see you, in the cares of my epistolary?
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Calling Heathen A Shrewd Tomorrow...
Calling Heathen A Shrewd Tomorrow...
