WINE AND GATES
Hold Your Tongue, And Twist Your Lip's...?!
Sense from a hand shook
On a treasured glance, partake is us
For a wish and within, a glance that is more than a look
Carrying for more than a chance we never made, to discuss...
Friend redoubt
Forces that come to these, for freedom
Diffuse as we are, sensitivity is but a pout
To lore's wealth, in the causes we fare, was kin come
Tales of risen mercy
And the coming and going, of breadth of promise
To such, and the haste we impose as a certainty
Could I live in a rational world, like a harmony shy
Saving the courage's of soon
With a stoic heed, I see your impression
So took to right's of all and a callous whom
I know you, like a changing hour that has kindly you, for mention
Consider me the most, and a hereafter a challenge to sense
We collect but for a bounty in hands, as if a liberty has it to tell
A heartfelt story, and a privilege of youth, that was a sulking amends
Simple irony for an ironic simplicity, that is in the realm of silence still
Shared some's, the truth we introduce and suppose?
Comparing there for a beginning just in fair, and the waiting
Still ours for a care and a stir of echo's, we have for those
To be frank, is a worthier now home for how we are, and will relating?
On a treasured glance, partake is us
For a wish and within, a glance that is more than a look
Carrying for more than a chance we never made, to discuss...
Friend redoubt
Forces that come to these, for freedom
Diffuse as we are, sensitivity is but a pout
To lore's wealth, in the causes we fare, was kin come
Tales of risen mercy
And the coming and going, of breadth of promise
To such, and the haste we impose as a certainty
Could I live in a rational world, like a harmony shy
Saving the courage's of soon
With a stoic heed, I see your impression
So took to right's of all and a callous whom
I know you, like a changing hour that has kindly you, for mention
Consider me the most, and a hereafter a challenge to sense
We collect but for a bounty in hands, as if a liberty has it to tell
A heartfelt story, and a privilege of youth, that was a sulking amends
Simple irony for an ironic simplicity, that is in the realm of silence still
Shared some's, the truth we introduce and suppose?
Comparing there for a beginning just in fair, and the waiting
Still ours for a care and a stir of echo's, we have for those
To be frank, is a worthier now home for how we are, and will relating?
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Hold Your Tongue, And Twist Your Lip`s...?!
Hold Your Tongue, And Twist Your Lip`s...?!
