In such a fast paced world, one cannot be sure if love still exists. We can only recreate it in words, in visions and through lust. |
We were both a part of that tide
The one that swept past you and across the ocean...
Sanity was not an option.
In her mind, the line of woe, had been crossed far...
In this somber home I call my own,
drab ceilings paint shades of grey into my soul...
I beg to differ.
Yet beauty stabs me, immortalizes me with one shot...
Thou art carved your visage into my head
And painted it so perfectly into my heart...
Thou art carved your visage into my head
And painted it so perfectly into my heart...
I beg to differ.
Yet beauty stabs me, immortalizes me with one shot...
In this somber home I call my own,
drab ceilings paint shades of grey into my soul...
Sanity was not an option.
In her mind, the line of woe, had been crossed far...
We were both a part of that tide
The one that swept past you and across the ocean...
If I take those luminous porcelain cavaliers |
The blissful translucent state of my mind |