Swift tales spun to see behind broken dreams. Promises of what once was. Empty lines through skies stretched by infinite time. Or so was said til space showed its face. Phased history now carried through the sands of time. Deserted oceans tearing a broken ship. Eternity held by stars till death finds its orbit. Dragging
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Vivid blood seeping, keeping one from weeping. Pumping through lines uneven in roads of uncertainty. Fallen graces met by pale faces. Caught in a universe of tomorrows. Yesterday was said to come but was forgotten. The present fleeting and though broken tears bear heart, it was a call for love. Attentions met like a ghost,
I refuse to apologize for my state. Consuming tides seen blistering in storms, heated from shores to shores. Wait. Step back. Let me reiterate, illustrate. Not to confuse you with land but a man. Where sands of time flow through the cracks of his mind. I’m not the Florida man. But though I see the
Hold the card in play and know it is more than a game. Heart tamed from desire but finding home within a star. Watch my hands point towards you. Vivid petals parted to find your scent invigorating. Textures drawn and felt by such illustrations. I hold you close as you are. Queen of my heart.
Simmering fire slowly consuming my being. Seeing with a wild heart engulfed by love. Take my hand and find warmth. Forgive me oh traveling soul, for times and actions when I was not home. For a home to me is you, being by your side. Years in search, feeling alone, finding myself whole. Learning to
I look upon my reflection and see myself staring back to me. A common theme as the dreams turn to reality. Unseen notions once held with brisk tales shared to others. One could say that I never properly knew myself. 28. The number seems to slip out of my mouth and just linger on my
Ever flowing surge of endless possibilities. Such erratic, puzzling emotions mixing reason. That is not butterflies you are feeling. Step back and see that is my heart, beating. A warm sense of life keeping from fleeting memories. Made anew and with your own to such exchange. Mutual embrace residing with vivid display in space of
Sleeping but never finding rest. Dreaming but always having nightmares. Always thinking up storms hearing the calls home. Blissful serenity of chaotic undertakings. The empty emotions reaching out entangled, trying to feel the beating touch. Echoes of yesterday lingering in the future. Uncertainties radiant display holding one in mystery. The flow of time beneath, splashing
Can I have a penny for your thoughts to help me change mine? Mind racing every quarter of the time with you. A true sense of sensitive sentences sentenced and collected in cents. Hence I refrain to doll her up when she is her own, royalty, a queen. Dream made as the scenery of green
Bury me in your embrace. Warmed with tunes that create perfect melodies of love when you whisper to me. Sweet aroma, when space is no longer needed. Blissful tales created by such memories. Spread your wings as I come within to share the flowing time paused. Allow me to trace the textures of art, formed
